| She smoked me whole and blows out Os
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| The sink had sunk, it overflows
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| The door is shut, my eyes are closed
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| I hear her moan or what I suppose
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| The thing about her, I must let go
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| Why I sing about her, she’ll never know
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| The bookie’s shut, all bets are blown
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| The license bust, the shops are closed
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| I caught my mum, she stumbles home
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| Through open ground, back to broken homes
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| I thought about her, her smell through clothes
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| Her spoken smoke, mixed with my cologne
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| We were soup together, but now it’s cold
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| We were glue together, but it weren’t to hold
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| Her solvents dissolved
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| Her solvents dissolved
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| Her solvents dissolved
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| The ups and downs, deep velvet folds
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| The landslides in, depression poles
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| Once thought was shed, but always holds
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| Reflection taunts my empty soul
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| The sky will weep on my way home
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| The bus won’t let me on, I’ll have to stroll
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| And in my head, tormented prole
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| As lies were fed, he swallowed whole
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| The soup was grey, intense charcoal
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| He molded clay at intervals
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| The lights would change, the same logo
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| I passed your house, it looked so cold
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| In dreams together, white noise arose
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| She draws me in and swallows whole |