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With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again. With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin and as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more. Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more. Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out. It makes me sick (I'm alright). Slit wrist theory, stains us all. Lace me up, lace me up. I'm still looking for these angels in the snow. Lace me up, lace me up, I'm still looking for these angels in the snow. It seems like a runaround, words that won't matter and as it falls from your mouth it seems like youneeded it more. And I will color you all red, I will color you all... red. Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out. It makes me sick (I'm alright). Slit wrist theory, stains us all. Lace me up, lace me up. I'm still looking for these angels in the snow. Lace me up, lace me up. I'm still looking for these angels in the snow. Braided conversation. Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out. It makes me sick (I'm alright). Slit wrist theory, stains us all. And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old. Slit wrist theory, stains us all. Lace me up, lace me up. I'm still looking for these angels in the snow Lace me up, lace me up. I'm still looking for these angels in the snow.
Lace me up...
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