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[ar:gabrielle aplin] |
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[ti:Let Me In] |
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He doesn't make your knees weak. |
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He's beautiful and bleak. |
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He has a porcelain face that cracks when he speaks. |
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I go to start a conversation but I, get no reply |
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Instead you stare like a statue as I, break down and cry |
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Your face is like an eagle, but your mind's like a crow. |
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And boy, I know you have opinions, but you don’t let them show. |
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You're a shelf of books, without the pages. |
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A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages. |
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Locked up, locked up, locked up |
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And if blood runs through your veins, |
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Don't you suppose it's such a waste? |
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To be composed in such a way |
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Just let me in |
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just let me in |
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You write me letters in a pen with no ink |
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And you have your own eyes but you don't dare blink. |
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You speak in words without a sentence, |
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You're the ghost that haunts me without a presence. |
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Without a presence, without a presence |
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And if blood runs through your veins, |
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Don't you suppose it's such a waste? |
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To be composed in such a way |
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Just let me in |
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Just let me in |
