| I’m looking for, I’m craving for
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| The feeling of my absent thoughts
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| Spiraling away from all my fears
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| It’s coming now, I’ll just relax
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| Following this sickness past
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| There are only good things here
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| And my mouth is dry
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| And my face is numb
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| Another one I will become
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| You know she makes me clean
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| Wraps me in sheets of green
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| Takes me underground to see the sun
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| Another one I will become
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| She makes me pure, the sweetest cure
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| Hands like vines caress my spine
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| Smoother than a wave on sand
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| Inside of me and underneath
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| She fills me with that sweet relief
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| Coating and contorting my disease
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| And my mouth is dry
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| And my face is numb
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| Another one I will become
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| You know she makes me clean
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| Wraps me in sheets of green
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| Takes me underground to see the sun
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| Another one I will become
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| Another one I will become
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| Another one I will become
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| And my mouth is dry
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| And my face is numb
|
| Another one I will become
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| You know she makes me clean
|
| Wraps me in sheets of green
|
| Takes me underground to see the sun
|
| Another one I will become
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| Another one I will become |