| Press your fingers on it, igniting what you are
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| Meet me by the lake
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| I’m ripe with severed faith
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| You wear the only scar
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| If I’m saint, then you’re heaven
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| My only
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| If I’m a waste, then you’re golden
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| My only
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| If I’m a shame, then you’re bolder than all of me
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| If I’m a saint, then you’re heaven
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| My only
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| Cement for all of our teeth
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| I’ll give you myself any day
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| Rest your body in it, set fire to your thoughts
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| Let your arms down, throw your soul out
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| There is no control
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| Cement for all of our teeth
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| Spread your figure across
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| Don’t deny who you were
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| Cement for all of our teeth
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| Wear the skin that I stole
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| Don’t deny what you want
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| I’ll give you myself any day
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| If I am flawed, then you’re perfect
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| My only
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| If I’m a liar, then you’re blameless
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| My only
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| If I am hanging by a thread, then you’re infinite
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| If I’m a saint, then you’re heaven
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| My only |