Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leaves
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Oh, how the ring will never fit the finger properly
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If I could rip it from its bond
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I'd tie your eyes to me so tight
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Because the years are getting slippery
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Oh, I'm a suitcase with the hinges bursting free
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As to say you're stuffed too full
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You have to give your lover's throat away
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So through each pore I sweat the linger of your love away
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So fast because our love is getting slippery
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Somehow the sky is holding up the heavens
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But I can't get the ground to hold the earth up anymore
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And all our friends are finding life inside the ocean
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But my pockets scream you can't afford to live there anymore
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For all of my life I will keep you in my lower leg
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Where all my sins are piled right up to my shoulder blade
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And I will visit you with thoughts of the left side of my brain
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Until the artery leads me back to you
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Slippery
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