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Only half my fault, I was soaking fun in empathy.
Venom in my blush so how it felt, dedicated young anatomy.
Never closed an eye, ever been surprised?
Don't fall asleep the crush is on you.
Secrets you keep but I almost knew.
Give birth to me, pull my flesh form the seem
Don't pray for light, just pray to see.
Everyone survives.
Always happening, started choking right in front of me.
Crushed beneath their mouth like smithereens.
I won't lose my faith so easily.
Now that we're untied, ever been surprised?
Don't fall for love, the crush is untrue.
Promise to scream and I almost do.
Give breath to me pull my flesh from the ground.
Growing up just to live it down.
Everyone survives.
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Beginners Luck
03:23
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Try to feel whatever you want, maybe we can see through right and wrong.
It's not you just what I've done.
Biting pages spitting image, you would never learn your lesson
Just as free as we imagined, loving you through misdirection.
Try not to fuel the way you thought, to just exist could be enough, not so fast but thanks a lot.
You won't change but you have changed things, coming close to promise me how, I can't help it I'm not like them, coming close to hallow me out.
Waste your life on ours, no more please.
Though I had told a million lies for each dead star across the sky, closer now to my surprise.
Someone told you, you believe them, it's not so hard it gets tougher.
Try to find one, to believe in, feel all pain but don't suffer.
We're so divine you and I, we'll live we'll die.
I don't care cause I've found god.
I would never learn my lesson, biting pages spitting imagine.
Choking you through misdirection just as free as reimagined.
No more please.
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Unlocked and lucid, eyelids close kids have come,
to hold your silence, the few fuck with everyone.
And ill be soaking, after every wounds fulfilled,
the piss I'm choking phantom hold me still.
For real, believe me, it's never, I'm trying, It's always this easy, believe me, I'm fighting.
For real, believe me, It's always, I'm trying, it's never this easy, believe me, I'm fighting.
Phantom feed me, dissolve my mouth of salt,
Make it easy, like it was all my fault,
But I'm still fighting, after every wounds revealed,
cause when you bite in, you still hold me near.
For real, believe me, it's never, I'm trying, It's always this easy, believe me, I'm fighting.
For real, believe me, It's always, I'm trying, it's never this easy, believe me, I'm fighting.
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Out here, can't stand the smell.
I love you more than ever, you couldn't tell.
But I'm sure it doesn't last.
You crack the pez from my neck and give me half.
Over and over and over your shoulder again.
At last, the silent proof,
pulling the words from your eyes, but I'm like you.
These marks, they'll reappear.
I'll put the whip in your hand, you'll make them clear.
Over and over and over your shoulder again.
The candy starts to melt, my pocket to itself, the lint is on my tongue.
But I'm not coming to, in that well lighted room, where everyone becomes, half.
Over and over and over your shoulder again.
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