| Dress, dress me down -- I don’t mind. |
| Leave me to my insides.
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| I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.
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| Take, take it all, rook to king; |
| Oh I’ve been guarding something.
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| You keep chasing me to walls, always.
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| That’s the way she leaves me; |
| it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach
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| me.
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| That old disguise, sinking slow; |
| are you feeling so alone?
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| Maybe we should speak our minds, baby.
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| Well it’s not that I’m insecure; |
| I just need to be sure.
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| These things tend to burn with time, always.
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| And that’s the way she leaves me; |
| it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me.
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| My hands are wandering astray.
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| My queen moves every single way.
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| Well I swear I don’t believe in love… this is as close as I can come.
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| Dress, dress me down -- I don’t mind. |
| Leave me to my insides.
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| I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.
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| That’s the way she leaves me; |
| it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach
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| me.
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| The shades and squares remain; |
| soon they will run even, and when they’re all
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| the same, we’ll find each other easily.
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| My hands are wandering astray.
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| My queen moves every single way.
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| I swear I don’t believe in love. |
| this is as close as I can come.
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| There’s nothing left that I won’t say, 'cause my queen moves every single way. |