| Found you in a hole, it was enough
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| Needed you to work on my wounds
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| Offered up the back of your hand
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| Suitable enough
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| I’ve been pretty low
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| So I fall back into your arms once more
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| Give to me your flesh; |
| you keep the rest
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| We’ll try this one again
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| I don’t ever think what I want could be considered love
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| But it is what I want anyway
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| Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start
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| I don’t ever think what you need could be considered me
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| Still you drop everything anyway
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| Now it’s how it was when I was lost
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| In a sea of skin that talks
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| Louder than the bones that it coats
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| Strong enough to overthrow growth
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| How do you access a burly mess
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| Coined as a result of your head?
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| Turn and face the hurt you harbor
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| Wish yourself the best
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| I don’t ever think what I want could be considered love
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| But it is what I want anyway
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| Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start
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| I don’t ever think what you need could be considered me
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| Still you drop everything anyway
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| Damn all those tricks of yours; |
| make me feel so small
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| I’ve got some, lots of them. |
| I’m waiting for my turn to turn
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| Damn all those tricks of yours; |
| make me feel so small
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| I’ve got some, lots of them. |
| I’m waiting for my turn to turn
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| I don’t ever think what I want could be considered love
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| But it is what I want anyway
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| Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start
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| I don’t ever think what you need could be considered me
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| Still you drop everything anyway |