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Because the night pains and bores me through I can't stand it One more boring allegory It means nothing While I sit here neatly trimming every friend I've ever made, out of my life Because the night wanes and sews me through I looked patched up now, someone else's pain now One more boring call's awaiting One more time to haunt the doorways The door, oh my, the door How could I have known I'd find the box cutter more dangerous than a gun With a closed door, and my palms on the floor But it comes from the soul, no worries I can take it Because the night wasn't for me, was it One more time, for glory, was it Enchanted by the marble looking Right back at me , arms awaiting Your story doesn't mean anything Comfort me and be accommodating One more time, my palms are waiting, Cover me in arms, awaiting My, oh, my Why do I Because the night pains and lures me through one more boring allegory I cannot take it; my arms are waiting One, don't do what the arm's narrating Two, Place the mattress on your body And visit the morning Because the night pains, and you must make it through
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Aug 10, 2023
Aug 10, 2023 at 4:33 PM UTC
Arms Awaiting
Because the night pains and bores me through I can't stand it One more boring allegory It means nothing While I sit here neatly trimming every friend I've ever made, out of my life Because the night wanes and sews me through I looked patched up now, someone else's pain now One more boring call's awaiting One more time to haunt the doorways The door, oh my, the door How could I have known I'd find the box cutter more dangerous than a gun With a closed door, and my palms on the floor But it comes from the soul, no worries I can take it Because the night wasn't for me, was it One more time, for glory, was it Enchanted by the marble looking Right back at me , arms awaiting Your story doesn't mean anything Comfort me and be accommodating One more time, my palms are waiting, Cover me in arms, awaiting My, oh, my Why do I Because the night pains and lures me through one more boring allegory I cannot take it; my arms are waiting One, don't do what the arm's narrating Two, Place the mattress on your body And visit the morning Because the night pains, and you must make it through
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20/F/hurtling through space
Aug 10, 2023
Aug 10, 2023 at 4:33 PM UTC
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