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lyrics:
sat beneath your bathroom window
incense burning on the floor
we're watching stars crawl over rooftops
limping on towards heaven's door
whispering through awkward secrets
fumbled words and quaking hands
you …
It sounds like a less morbid ear sweatshirt feet of clay son…
Coming back to this 3 years later. ..Yeah.
coming back 2 this
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