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Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/underneath yor creaking bed |
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No air, no hatches under there/no pleasantries hatched overhead |
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Chorus: I Ieft/what was Ieft of you. What was left of you/couldn't be kept. |
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Aad I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood. |
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Please don't make me say those words again/to satisfy a whim |
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I left too much kept under ice/don't drag that back up again (Chorus) |
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Please don't send me back to Rosevel/inbetween your knuckle bed |
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I turned my back on life itself/I couldn't tell it wasn't dead (Chorus) |
