fall to sleep whispered in the air as you lay
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rest is here kindled by this flame and it decayed
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youll stay here until i tell you its time to go
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time to go
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you feel my hands around your throat how deep does your soul dig in?
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the shovels digging up the hole that you will someday live in
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in this case closed shut by my nails as you scream
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rest is here buried by my voice in roses you'll lay
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there you'll lay
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in my arms
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you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in-
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side the skin i used to hold and you will someday die in
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as long as you put these roses on your grave
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you'll stay strong - the fountain imperfection
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(you feel my hands around your throat how deep does your soul dig in?
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the shovels digging up the hole that you will someday live in)
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as long as you put these roses on your grave
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you'll stay strong - the fountain imperfection
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(you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in-
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side the skin i used to hold and you will someday die in)
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the fountain imperfection
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Fountain Imperfection
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| Anadivine |
