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Be all my sins And all my wishes Wrapped in one. Your cold hand Warms itself on me. My jaw falls Into yours. Nothing opens wide enough. Hunger hates itself. Eats away at itself unsatisfied. Unsatisfiable. And he’s holdin’ on, O he’s holdin’on, And his lies are ready to burn him.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
He’s Holdin’ on
Be all my sins And all my wishes Wrapped in one. Your cold hand Warms itself on me. My jaw falls Into yours. Nothing opens wide enough. Hunger hates itself. Eats away at itself unsatisfied. Unsatisfiable. And he’s holdin’ on, O he’s holdin’on, And his lies are ready to burn him.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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