when I could sleep with the light on
fill me up, with placebos
Til I've found a cure, and
if I cannot be by myself and,
with all this poison in my chest and,
when I hang on to every breath,
with all the things I hold
fill me up, with placebos
til I've found a cure, and
if I cannot be by myself and,
with all this poison in my chest and,
when I hang on to every breath,
with all the things I hold
til I've found a cure (can I be by you)
til I've found a cure (can I be by you)
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