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**Nails to keep me held high Looking down at what I love Bleed me until i'm dry For every moment I lost touch I could never be your savior And truthfully its my loss I know we look good on paper** But I feel like I'm more at home on this cross
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
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**Nails to keep me held high Looking down at what I love Bleed me until i'm dry For every moment I lost touch I could never be your savior And truthfully its my loss I know we look good on paper** But I feel like I'm more at home on this cross
LunarLena
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
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