| With your hand in mine the others tell me they need you,
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| To keep the rest at bay yelling sadness disagreement,
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| Pulling you into me, into body, the others will think ill of me.
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| You are sustenance
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| But my companion
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| So I want alone
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| Companion doesn’t make good conversation
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| Giving you up I drown in eye water
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| as you are taken away,
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| hiding the fact that I’m breaking apart inside
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| You are sustenance
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| But my companion
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| So I want alone
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| Companion doesn’t make good conversation
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| Sitting at the social event
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| I devour more of you
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| because I know that’s what you’d want
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| Your head on a plate, eyes cold in sleep
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| You taste like dreams
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| You are sustenance
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| But my companion
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| So I want alone
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| Companion doesn’t make good conversation |