i burn and melt and stick and fade
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your temporary arms invade
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one of many last warnings
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cannot wipe the conscience clean
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the strain wears in you whore me in again
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cannot connect the smirking world
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the poison flower comes uncurled
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if i believe i'm dreaming
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and if they find you lost again
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what will you tell them then
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collapsing in again you found what makes it sore
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you triggered off the feelings that you felt before
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i come crawling up again i need to eat i need a friend
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some one with me
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no better feeling than escape avoid the feeling so you're
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all the guilt pulls away if only forever
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replace the name replace the fear
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i can't come out but i want you here
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i"m laughing now and then it floods
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but not out loud
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i feel you up and feel you down
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i need your space i need it now
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another circumstance has gone and shut you down
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another fear awakened in the fault you found
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Temporary Arms
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Finger Eleven |