| There is no safer place than in between cold embraces
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| Say it again
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| I like how you work my name
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| Embroidering the pain on every speck of skin
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| The distance has been not so kind
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| I curse this caveat
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| And the temperatures are wearing paper thin
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| I am sick of listening
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| The worst is yet to come, my dear
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| I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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| If you just let me make my own mistakes
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| I promise I’ll behave, only in the worst way
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| Too heavy to hold my own evaporating soul
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| Sweltered and sandwiched in the middle
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| Of this melting heart of major compromise
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| I have one foot out and one foot almost in
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| I am sick of listening
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| The worst is yet to come, my dear
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| I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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| If you just let me make my own mistakes
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| I promise I’ll behave, only in the worst way
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| Only in the worst way
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| I won’t say I’m sorry
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| This hasn’t been a waste of time
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| Tell me, do you think we’ll be fine after all?
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| I’m all nerve, an anxious sort of complicated fear
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| The worst is yet to come, my dear
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| The worst is yet to come, my dear
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| I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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| If you just let me make my own mistakes
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| I promise I’ll behave, only in the worst way
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| The worst is yet to come, my dear
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| I’ve been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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| If you just let me make my own mistakes
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| I promise I’ll behave, only in the worst way
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| Only in the worst way
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| Only in the worst way |