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Honey Stomach - Skin текст песни

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Look down at my hands, they are getting so old
Reading messages, all the time that you stole
Looking at my face, all these lines that I see
Of all these things, this body means nothing to me
Tore my skin again, it's no temple to me
On my knees again, you cry blasphemy
All I ask of you is to keep me warm
Rid me of this weight, take these shackles I've worn
There's a seed in you and in me it grows
Blooming in my spring, it is all I know
All I ask of you is to keep me warm
Rid me of this weight, take these shackles I've worn

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