She would pass without a name
And without a right to be tired
We fold in our way
And share the look on your face
Drink your tea with your mother
And kiss me with your hand in the nettles
It all is not enough
We all want to see blood
We see you, we see you lying
Through our teeth we see you lying
I held your hand
You dropped out of your skin
Softly
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Lyrics submitted by John Benoit.
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