Oh, you've a pretty mouth,
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Leave your lips to linger on my skin and
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Kiss me one last time
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I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
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Sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin
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Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.
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When will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you real
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Oh, you've a pretty mouth,
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Leave your lips to linger on my skin and
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Kiss me one last time
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I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
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Sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin
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Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.
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It's the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress
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(I am transparent,
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I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.)
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Oh god, oh dear god
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Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
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The first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you
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In a soundproof room, in a windowless world
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Keep your voice down or dull your words.
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Then,
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Put on your bedroom face for him,
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All pursed lips and half-closed eyes 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, for dead legs come alive.
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Oh dear god, there is no excuse for me
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To Withstand The Force Of Storms
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| La Dispute |
