| And up I come, a flare of fate
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| A fever high to devastate
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| On wasted rest you are the ground and I your revelry
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| A wasting runt, I shut my eyes
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| It opens up to me
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’m pulling skin to make myself new
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| In every first and any end
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| We split apart and we extend
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| To lonely hours when I was yours and only ever dreamed
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| I could be yours and mine as well
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| Now I’m tearing at the seams
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’m pulling skin to make myself new
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’ve come so far so I can be new
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| If a penance from the lips of a petulant son
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| Is the comfort you need, you’ll be gagging on your tongue
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| Because I have only just begun
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| Let the dogs to their fight and their fuckery done
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| We’re all down on our knees
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| Scratching our way through the mud
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| And crawling comes easy to us
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| I remember your every whisper
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| How you told me to be patient
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| Fortune favours those who wait
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| I remember
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| I remember
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| Well, I’m sorry to misbehave
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| Your fortune’s not going to save me
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| I’m through with wondering what will happen
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| I’ll still be up when the morning comes
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| I’m through with wondering what will happen
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| I no longer answer to the past
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’m pulling skin to make myself new
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’m pulling skin to make myself new
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’m pulling skin to make myself new
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| Take me in on rivers of you
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| I’ve come so far so I can be new |