WarmAnd smilingUnderneathAnd deepRushing bubbleKnow my soulTo keep ropeSoft pull
I nailed my face to youAnd watched the worms crawl
I got a handle on it, I got a handle
Waving from the harbourThere behind a waveAnother boat is sailingBlind
Painting my roses redRemember all theBloody things they saidWiping my
If I couldOnly be likeThe worldIs wideThe guns wouldOnly be
I think you'reTaking it too hardI didn't thinkYou looked so
Scars on your mother ouchUninitiated couchDon't see the evidence, yeahRight
It's happeningNight after nightAnd not that it's wrongIt's alrightIn spite
Two girlsOn a trainWill tap youFrom behindAnd make youBe unkindThey
Hey why don'tWe take a whileIn lethargyWet with styleSo you
Looking out of my window, whenThey're coming I don't knowWaiting
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