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Cut your thighs, you want me blind, I wish you cried Too And lately I, pressing your time, shaking I'm Through Thank you notes came falling out your mouth Never wished for you to see it, was never what We were about Only colour in your eyes when you look me Through that blue Now you're sinking cause the water rising up around Your collar If you wish to call me over I'd be right around the Corner I'd be in the water with you I'd be sinking with you Stay clear Hundred thousand miles gone to form your lie Comatose and left on a fault line, hold me back or I'll fall on cold old light, come to us for fixing your Sore mind