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Hey I am sure to fall this time around
and I could look you in the eye but you never show your face
something sticky in your ears turned to logic
and what you reiterate is meaningless to me
Save yourself because your dying slowly
say goodnight before you ever say goodbye
tore the buttons off your coat to keep the wind out
banged your head against the sky to touch the ground beneath
held a candle to the sun to drown the twilight
but when you bruise you never bleed no you never cryout
strong carry on carry me home
serve your flesh circuts unkown
stitches sewn to leave me alone
cran your neck till I crawl
does it make you sick?
The smell of daddy's sweat
the taste of dadd's spit
Crawl blood in blood out
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White Knuckled Substance - 2001 |
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