It's just how I feel
You don't want to hurt me
but se how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
There is a thunder in our harts, baby.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
crop circles in the carpet sinking, feeling.
Spin me around again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streats a mess of people
would stop and hold thei heads heavy.
but se how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
There is a thunder in our harts, baby.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
crop circles in the carpet sinking, feeling.
Spin me around again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streats a mess of people
would stop and hold thei heads heavy.
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