You've got teeth for biting
And you've bore a hole in me
You have crossed all safely
While I teeter on my rope
You are calm and symmetry
I want to be a possession
You dust and won't let go
Something you'll run back in
For when the house burns down
Your arms they don't feel so warm
Some things just don't hold the way
The night has trapped a star
Your arms they don't feel so warm
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