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TIE ME TO YOUR
TWISTED WORDS
BITE MY TOUNGE SPIT OUT WHAT'S YOURS
AND THEN FINALLY AS I'M FALLING FROM YOU
TAKE MY BREATHE AWAY
WITH THE MOTION OF TWO WORLDS
BREAKING INTO PARTS OF WHAT WE WERE
WHAT WE WERE, WHAT WE WERE
PLY ME WITH THE KNOWLEDGE LEARNED
PAINT ME BLACK WITH WHAT WE BURNED
AND THEN FINALLY AS I'M FALLING FROM YOU
TAKE MY BREATHE AWAY
WITH THE MOTION OF TWO WORLDS
BREAKING INTO PARTS OF WHAT WE WERE
WHAT WE WERE, WHAT WE WERE |
