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ClutterInMyHead Only For Sex What's wrong with
me? No thought of
consequences Empty when I
reached for him Am I capable of
that bond,
Ice by Sarah McLachlan The ice is thin com on dive in underneath my lucid skin the cold is lost, forgotten. Hours pass days pass time stands still light gets dark and darkness fills my secret heart forbidden...I think you worried for me this the subtle ways that I'd give in but I know you liked the show. tied down to this bed of shame you tried to move around the pain but oh your soul is anchored. The only comfort is the moving of the river You enter into me a life upon your lips. offer what you can I'll take all that I can get only a fool's here ... I don't like your tragic sighs as if your god has passed you by, well hey fool that's your deception Your angels speak with jilted tongue the serpent's tale has come undone you have no strength to squander. The only comfort is the moving of the river you enter into me a lie upon your lips offer what you can I'll take all that I can get only a fool's here to stay. only a fool's here to stay. only a fool's here...
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