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wash my hands of your mess
of your skin,
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FightOffYourDemons
So sorry if this is choppy and weird... I had trouble writing it
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you sit in the shadow of falling leaves
that like your dreams seem to float
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You are the music of my soul
the beating of my heart
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Sweet bliss in sync to the twinning of hips
and the breathe that escapes bruised lips
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Sweet bliss in sync to the twinning of hips
and the breathe that escapes bruised lips
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Would you sing for me if I asked you to?
Would you write me melodies about love and life?
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That night walking away seemed like escape
I ran from your bed, dashing out the door.
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Spent so many nights alone
lying next to you.
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You are who I will always miss
eternally meant to bear this burden
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Blocked
Giving this a shot
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you get me high
speak to me.
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He said, / "I've been working out my dysfunctions on this canvas"
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I. Graceless as ever she falls into love / Her heart a reckless organ with no personal regard / Often making all the decisions for her / Sh
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Snap go the branches you walk on, / Taking the path that leads to me. / Scrapped and bruised you come running, / Down through the path much less clear. / Watching you run straight by me, / while I lie undercove
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Childhood memories are linked to a church
Built strong like faith, Built to make you believe
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In those silent times during the night it whispers to me. My smile tells me it owns me.
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It was always an awfully disastrous organ, Often splitting in two or sinking into my stomach.
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Would you sing for me if I asked you to?
Would you write me melodies about love and life?
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The sun slips over the water out here by the Atlantic
Sitting up here shivering from the wind and you.
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She justs laughs about it
Butterfly images creeping into my head.
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