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crutch
02:48
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Spliced in the sun
Where you belong, where you belong
Sweet, it lingers on
Where you went wrong, where you went wrong
Slit beneath the tongue
It won't be long, it won't be long
The thought of you without
I'm spineless, a conquest
Use my name
It's yours for the taking
Said in vain
I'm sick of it holding
Drag it out
You speak so soft
It's not enough
Drag it out
You speak so soft
It's not enough
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walk in the park
05:32
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Why wont you tell me all your problems
I know that I could hardly solve them
But it's worth a try
Lets take a walk in the park
I know it always seems so hopeless
I know you always feel so motionless
But there's merit in distraction
And there's hope in little actions
So let's go for a walk
A walk in the park
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There's nothing wrong with lying to yourself a little bit
Searching for the right way to reveal what you can't omit
Standing up
Wintry scenes in parks and streets and driveways makes me sick
Finding strength to hurt my friends and fall in love with my own toxic
Behavior
And I'll sleep on the floor if you ask me to
I'll sleep on the floor if you want me to
So when does Puberty 2 begin, I'm getting impatient
I told you how i murdered him and how I was never sent
For counseling
I waited so long because I thought that nature would take it's course
I thought I knew the issues but I realize I don't know shit
About myself
And I'll sleep on the floor if you ask me to
I'll sleep on the floor if you want me to
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warm body
03:36
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Gag softly, embalm me
The idle hands of many
Devour me, devoutly
You should have fell right through me
I’ve swelled to swallow you
You should have seen it coming
No mercy, unworthy
Ask how it felt
Look how I’m tolerated
You don’t need to forgive me
A thrilling void inside to suck me dry
A stinging sweetness
I’ll have to cut you up so
That I can fit you in me
How comforting to hear your name
The way I used to say it
The glory days are over
I watched you pull me under
The wounding of a rancid heart
Removal of a body
I’ll never get my hands clean
No comfort found inside me
Now who’s to say what we deserve
As fickle as my parting words
It's hard to sleep soundly in wet sheets
It's hard to sleep with you holding me
It's hard to sleep with it festering
It's hard to sleep while knowing
You pulled it out of me
I'm just a warm body
You pulled it out of me
I'm just a warm body
You pulled it out of me
I'm just a warm body
You pulled it out of me
I'm just a warm body
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I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
And I never will
Never will
Never will
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what's wrong
And I never will
Never will
Never will
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Daffodil Toronto, Ontario
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