I Dread The Time Your Mouth Beings To Call Me Hunt lyrics |
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I must confess that nothings changed for now. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way, into our beds while we sleep. Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line, |
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost, and that's what we find. Will we bury who we loved or is the ground, |
to cold to break? Well we slept our way through knowing what to do. |
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