| Toothless in your grip
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| Sand slipping through your fingertips
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| You were dangerous to me
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| Darker days and warmer sheets
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| This velvet well has dried
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| Now I try to find
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| A way to fill the void breath you left inside
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| Sweetest silk smell of her skin
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| Keeps him guessing if she’s given in
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| It was my choice to let it go
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| But I miss the warmth of your soul
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| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
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| Damn it, where’d the time go
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| And it’s harder than it looks to be
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| Inside straight-up fakery
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| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
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| Damn it, where’d the time go
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| You’re just gutless recently
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| A colour you don’t need to be
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| Groundwork I do
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| From ash I grew
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| Strange funk I’m through
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| Outlines in the dark
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| This is truly infatuatin'
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| Why you got me so cruely waiting
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| Honey I don’t do persuading
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| Could’ve been our golden age
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| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
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| Damn it, where’d the time go
|
| And it’s harder than it looks to be
|
| Inside straight-up fakery
|
| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
|
| Damn it, where’d the time go
|
| You’re just gutless recently
|
| A colour you don’t need to be
|
| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
|
| Damn it, where’d the time go
|
| And it’s harder than it looks to be
|
| Inside straight-up fakery
|
| Another night I’m tryna find a foothold
|
| Damn it, where’d the time go
|
| You’re just gutless recently
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| A colour you don’t need to be |