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And this is why I’m hanging from the ceiling I’m hanging from the ceiling To stop this feeling Quietly and with no mess Clean and with your favorite dress So maybe you could feel Maybe feel the blood in my veins To make you remember That you made me an object An object While I was a body Full of joy and faith
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
Hanging from the ceiling
And this is why I’m hanging from the ceiling I’m hanging from the ceiling To stop this feeling Quietly and with no mess Clean and with your favorite dress So maybe you could feel Maybe feel the blood in my veins To make you remember That you made me an object An object While I was a body Full of joy and faith
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
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