Sand

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I'd like to believe in one thing that you say to me
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Would you like to leave? When I try to talk at all, it turns out to be

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Turn on the stove in the little tiny room that our friend calls a home
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   My head fills with heat from the knife in your hand to miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

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I'd like to understand what you think about why it seems so bad
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It's only escape from everything I know I'm weak I know that I'm sad

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Turn on the stove in the little tiny room that our friend calls a home
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   My head fills with heat from the knife in your hand to myyyyyyyyyyyy

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sand
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