drop your dress parallel to the floor and lose your pride inch wise when I can just have yours
I will steal the calm right out your bones
this was never a search and rescue I won't come home a dead man
stutter step through my lovers like a novel cover except it's never the same and the characters change
is the bed where you lay your head so stained in sin that you won't even open your eyes to it?
I will steal the calm right out your bones
this was never a search and rescue I won't come home a dead man
this was never a search and rescue I won't come home a dead man
your moans, my quarter notes
this was never a search and rescue I won't come home a dead man
this was never a search and rescue I won't come home a dead man
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