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I'm jealous of your neck |
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That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh |
| [00:32.36] |
It gets to hold your head |
| [00:40.17] |
And I'd rather perform the task instead |
| [00:51.78] |
I'll use my hands |
| [01:12.35] |
You told me of your heart |
| [01:19.98] |
A cold tile cavern bathed in dark |
| [01:27.66] |
And earthy roots hanging from within |
| [01:35.93] |
To shed some light the fire must get in |
| [01:47.01] |
A searing pulse |
| [01:51.99] |
I'm a fever in your chest |
| [02:00.02] |
The burning sun I'm west |
| [02:08.47] |
I, I am too naïve (You, you are too naïve) |
| [02:16.04] |
Your(My) lunar strands were lit in red and green |
| [02:26.65] |
A captivating scene |
| [02:32.17] |
A portion of myself was lost to me (A portion of yourself was lost to–) |
| [02:43.54] |
But I'm not dead (But you're not dead) |
| [02:47.99] |
Just a harbour no one's in |
| [02:56.00] |
An empty salt filled skin |
