Album : Shape
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Here you come to calmly
Kill the drum behind my eyes

When water turns to solid
Call out to passersby
When bullets turn to splinters
You are something

Have something
Have nothing
Want something

Want
Have my heart
Are my mind
Something

I am a thing
My heart
Here you come to calmly   Kill the drum behind my eyes      When water turns to solid   Call out to passersby   When bullets turn to splinters   You are something      Have something   Have nothing   Want something      Want   Have my heart   Are my mind   Something      I am a thing   My heart
 
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