الكلمات الأصلية
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In dying light, she’s fragile and weeping
And she was sleeping on foreign sheets again
Spill your heart but not your head
With your bruises mapped on skin like continents
Just don’t wake up
I’m staring at you through thick glass, it won’t last
You feel like a poltergeist
As pale as the snow on the ground, with skin like ice
So I won’t try and understand all the pain that you’re put through
When the scars on your wrists tell more truth than your lips, they
They ever could
She’ll never know her worth and I make it worse
And he’s leaving all the time
I’ll take your hands
Behind the eyes of a different man
Then I’ll take your devil’s plans
I’ll take your hands
Behind the eyes of a different man
And I’ll take your devil’s plans
In dying light
She’s not alright
