| It's not that you opened my heart
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| Folding like a reptile, colder in the light
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| It's not that the agony starts
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| To pull me like a riptide, pulsing in time
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| It's one by one, cut the circulation
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| As the dust settles for you
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| Flood in the cut will run
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| An eternal blue sun to illuminate old wounds
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| I wish my blood would slow down
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| And what's left of me, a cavity
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| At least this space is mine
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| It's where you left me to die
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| I wish my blood would slow down
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| You can make my blood rush
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| Slow down
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| It's taught that consuming their hearts
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| Will soothe like a brush of fire, consuming on the incline
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| Not that thе sediment starts
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| To hold me likе a sapphire, frozen in time
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| It's one by one, cut the circulation
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| As the dust settles for you
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| Blood in my eyes will run
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| An eternal blue sun to illuminate old wounds
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| I wish my blood would slow down
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| I'm waiting
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| And what's left of me, a cavity
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| At least this space is mine
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| It's where you left me to die
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| I wish my blood would slow down
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| You can make my blood rush
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| Slow down
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| And what's left of me, a cavity
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| At least this space is mine
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| It's where you left me to die
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| I wish my blood would slow down
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| You can make my blood rush
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| Slow down |