This is not called the words, this is a breakdown for an applause,

this is the acceptance of sin, this is the lamb of the feet and her,

my blade and over, my lungs filled under, I don't know where this one is, I don't know where this one is,

There's a dog on the sidewalk swimming out, baby on the outside,

baby on the outside, there's a place that it takes you to do, it's best to break you,

you can't fight, baby you can't fight, I'm a food floating body with diskins,

with enough meat to get, I find out me but I know that I'm all alone,

I don't need you to take me home, I beg, I beg, I beg, I beg, I break this all off,

because I don't know what's stuck to my hand, I don't know what's stuck to your hand,

And I don't know what's left to go in

So you do everything that you can

To keep your hands off of your head

And your whole body's flying

You think that you might have gone limp

I don't know what I did

My legs give out and drag you right into my life

But I don't want you to die

My arms fly out and I feel like you're just mine

Want to give this a try

So you won't still fly

So consumed by the feeling of dread

And your skin can't show out

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