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I cry in my sleep, sometimes you stay |
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Sometimes you stay, you never know why |
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Please say my name, don't turn away |
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The pain is black |
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The pain is bright |
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The pain is black |
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The pain is bright |
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The pain is bright |
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Then I awake and in the half light |
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Watching my movements through half closed eyes |
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You're touching me as a priest loves pornography |
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We played beneath the patterns [unverified] |
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Don't turn away |
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The pain is black |
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The pain is bright |
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The pain is black |
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The pain is bright |
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The pain is bright |
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Kissed by the years, caresses of time |
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Marking the lines, the lines of expression |
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The patterns of place, the patterns of youth |
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The patterns of love, don't turn away |
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Say my name, say my name |
