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Your body is the capitol of our state I'll meet you there, or at least what's left of it I look into your eyes, you're not letting me through the gate I can't manage this entire place You have to lift your face Emerge from the sheets It's not home without me
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
Under The Sheets
Your body is the capitol of our state I'll meet you there, or at least what's left of it I look into your eyes, you're not letting me through the gate I can't manage this entire place You have to lift your face Emerge from the sheets It's not home without me
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
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