| Oh God, I’m stuck
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| They are hell bent on us And I’ve got nothing to offer you
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| My skin trembles, It wants to be used
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| Oh God, I’m thrown
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| I am only happy on my own
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| My heart grows harder, It wants to perform
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| And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn. |
| To be torn
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| Like a held hand, from it’s first love
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| Like a last kiss, from it’s vain hope.
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| Like a grown child, from it’s skipping rope.
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| Oh God, What now?
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| I have ruined this, I have broken you down.
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| Your fingers are weathered Your eyes are full of clouds
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| The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth.
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| At your mouth.
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| Where I once kissed, your warm lips.
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| As my tongue tripper, over white teeth.
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| Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.
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| Oh God, I’ve strayed.
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| I should not have come here with the wind in my sails.
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| I’ve blown you backwards,
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| now your heart is impaled
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| and I know you don’t believe me but I’m sorry that I failed.
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| To be torn.
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| Like a held hand, from it’s first love
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| Like a last kiss, from it’s vain hope.
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| Like a grown child, from it’s skipping rope. |