All my skin like porcelain Crack beneath the pressure of your hands again I guess I've been thinking that its been to long And bled my heart all over you But maybe I never recovered from the last one
They say that I got a disease In your arms and in your eyes
And the condition of my heart Is there both still as much a mystery to me And they both get so hard When I forget what its like just to die in your eyes And when I live just to live your arms Well they say that a man can never go home But I just can't get out of your front yard
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