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Down under water I'm pale blue Deep down the chlorine smells like you Was it you that held too tight? Was it me that was too weak? I will leave you where you lay While I slip and slide away Behind my wristwatch my skin is white Behind my wristwatch where winter hides Was it you that held too tight? Was it me that was too weak? I will leave you where you lay While I slip and slide away The little things she says What do they say to me The little things she does What do they do to me The little things she says What do they say to me The little things she does


	The Things She Says by Kent

		while I slip and slide away..."

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