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Humans Remains
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| My head still fucking aches |
| From one remebered tired moment at the top of
your steps |
| Had to prepare myself for a drop, |
| Maybe find a place where I can get off |
| Please just make all this fucking stop
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| Why do you not feel right?
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| When I feel more like myself than I've ever felt
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| My beautiful, miserable little bitch
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| I haven't heard you speak in years. Your
voice is thick,
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| Sweet like syrup, it sticks in my throat
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| Just like your name said aloud
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| Gives is such power over me
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| Why do you not feel right?
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| When I feel more like myself than I've ever felt
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| You held it against me, but I
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| I never held it against you
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| Brick it back to me, I believe
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| You still have one of my ribs
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