My feet are trembling alone
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With the serpentine skins on the floor
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And while i sleep will you send me a thought
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While i lean could you build me a rock
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Or pretend you're my home
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Touch my lips or are they too blue
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Thirsty from never tasting you
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And with the wind and the dark and the sand these evenings are cold
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And are you sleeping or can you give me a shawl
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Or pretend you're my home
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Finally you tuck me in
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Don't feel warm don't know where i am
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And you lean into my mouth and say "i'm alone"
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And i know your heart is a hole but your body's so close
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I can pretend that i'm home
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Empty as a hole but it feels so warm
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This isn't home but somehow it's gold
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Empty as a hole but it feels so warm
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This isn't home but somehow it's gold
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Desert
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| Trespassers William |
