Love, life, should be mine to give you
Love, life, should
Pull my chord and I speak, I'll roll over and
Enya, In your language is there a word for anger
Or
She read your words on my TV, So much anger
I want you to think about it, To think about
Don't give a damn, I don't care
Don't give a fuck,
bottled up and coming down
binge and purge and yet you
i'm not staying, i'm not staying around
i'm not staying,
In your love, I should have been more kind
In your
Give, You know she gave, Till she was running like
The difference, between us, is negative one
the math is simple;
All the bad weather in our veins
Comatose in strobe who
Darlings of this primitive age
Count your blessings, you know you're
So you wanna borrow heavy, you train in vain
You're like
Love, life, should be mine to give youLove, life, should
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