I looked at you and I thought it
I looked at
Clean up your eyes and i'll
dance alone with you
my mouth it wasn't always empty
my hands they weren't always
How can i possibly tell you that i dont mind
How
Sally's saying it's not a feeling she's got nothing
and
If I should flee, if I should fall I know
If it's in your eyes then it's in your mind
If
In and out
Culture and a swollen mind
You're passing through the
Jane says that it don't matter
The sky could fall and
The music stops and you just tie your fingers around
Silence is golden
rotten to cores
closing all doors
forgive me
Don't forgi
I would climb these trees and you would let me
Where do you get your eyes from when we're all
You take more
You lose more
You're giving up on what you're
When you feel so weak
and you scratch those stitches
reminding you
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