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78 lines
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Oh, you've a pretty mouth
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Leave your lips to linger on my skin
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And kiss me one last time
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I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
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In the winter
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Sleeping in the
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Sutures of the
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City's skin
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Make yourself remember me
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In cold and concrete
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Oh, when will you realize
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Oh, the city makes you real?
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When will you realize
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Your demons make you real?
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Oh, you've a pretty mouth
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Leave your lips to linger on my skin
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And kiss me one last time
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I will roll off your tongue like a whisper
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In the winter
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Sleeping in the
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Sutures of the
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City's skin
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Make yourself remember me
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In cold and concrete
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It's the way my hands felt
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Lying still beneath your dress
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It's the way my hands felt
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Oh, I am transparent
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Oh, I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts
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I am transparent, oh
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Oh dear god
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Oh my god
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Whisper secrets
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Speak in a hushed voice
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The first thing that you learn
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Is that you never let them hear you
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In a soundproof room
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In a windowless world
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Keep your voice down
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Or dull your words
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Then put on your bedroom face for him
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All pursed lips
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And half-closed eyes
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With pink-stained skin
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Screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses
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Screaming
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For dead legs come alive
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For dead legs come alive
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For dead legs come alive
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Oh dear god
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There is no excuse for me
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Oh dear god
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What have I done?
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I still love you
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But I don't love myself
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Name To Withstand The Force Of Storms
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Vancouver
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