| I know you don’t want to talk, but I just hope you listen
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| I’ve seen more suitcases on your bed than times I’ve seen your bed made
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| Bad days and sad ways to reconnect
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| I can live without you by my side, but I can’t live next to you showing neglect
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| I need a parental advisory sticker on my regrets
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| I need internal revival with dinner to find my vest
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| I need a maternal but fatherly figure to put a heart in my chest
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| I need bare rental of bodily fixtures to somehow feel the rest
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| I need poison in my lungs and in my heart
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| I need a staple gun with one bullet left to pin my insecurities to the front of
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| my chest
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| I need forgiveness
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| I need a miracle
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| I need the miracle we call «forgiveness»
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| I need a witness
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| I didn’t move back in my dad’s house, he has space for a vacant body
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| The lab’s out and the results are down
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| The first failure of a forsaken robbery stealing the currency we used to bring
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| peace
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| Please, pray for the living
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| I’ll handle the deceased
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| When a swan song is a wrong call, block numbers and shock collars in a studio
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| apartment by the locked cellars
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| Where every word is poison but the poison tastes like honey and money is the
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| exception to the words we cannot speak
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| It’s a breach of betrayal, a renewal of pain
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| Stain after stain, cut the nerve to the membrane and escape through the release
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| I need less of what I have and more of what I lack
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| I need to forgive myself so I can have my friends back
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| I need to move up, I need to move down
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| The sound of my voice bouncing off the walls is always a letdown
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| So I set down the nightgown and hear the rain pound
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| The same sound on paved ground or bloodhounds making a runaround
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| Making the sun go around, making gravity hold me down
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| Demanding gravity’s attention every time I feel down
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| So cut the nerve to the membrane
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| Chemically speaking, I pray to God when we can breathe in space
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| So the brave souls in grave cold can meet someday
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| And we can all escape
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| I need God to look less like me and more like God
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| I need to look less than me and more like God
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| And stop making photocopies of the same shit music and use it to reach a pulpit
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| To each a steeple of gold, melt it down to a calf as I feel the pain in my
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| calves
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| Spitting on the face of a man hanging on a tree then begging on my knees to
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| also bleed
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| So the grays that took place in my pain won’t feel so foreign even though it
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| feels complete
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| I need to stop breathing quickly so I can breathe in deep
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| I need to wake up my heart but let my mind sleep
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| I need poison in my lungs and my heart
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| I need a staple gun with one bullet left to pin my insecurities to the front of
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| my chest
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| I need forgiveness
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| I need a miracle
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| I need a miracle we call «forgiveness»
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| I need a witness
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| I need sleep |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song David to Sarah, artist - Hotel Books. Album song Equivalency II: Everything We Left Out, in the genre Иностранный рок