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Butane
02:15
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Someone who care would always see butane
stirring up marbles enveloped in rain
Someone who would strain to ward them off, and be the one
To hop off of the train of thought that wouldn't cease to run
The efforts are so vain
when there's nothing to explain
Nothing to explain
When finally you could find yourself in my palms
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In End
03:05
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Ending the drawl, I hoped for menthol
as you coated my throat and said nothing at all
Holding a line, that's holding my spine
nailing rivets until my jaws will be mine
In a far cry, I couldn't hear lies
as you sat me down and said what you would despise
A face wrapped in straw, which yours resembles
mouthing off in the gallows as it whispers wrong:
"sink low to me"
In end, you'll be a mystery
In end, it's me who won't believe
How you thought I never saw, evils coming out of thaw from you
Begging for sympathy, as it's getting hard to breathe in my soul
and in my bones
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