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Oct 2012
So this is how the song goes?
Take the long way,
so I can see his light's off
so it hurts a little more.
Does this help, baby?
Does this help or does it just make it hurt more?

Flip a coin,
Every second I'm falling further
underwater
But there's a part of your body
That fills up every time.

It's not hope, okay?
Don't say that,
Don't even let me think it,
cause that part of me is my heart
And I can't hope anymore
This is how the song goes, baby.
This is how the song goes, Hannah

Don't say my name like that
Don't say it like I'm the
face you see in the mirror
If he's the sun
It doesn't matter what he is,
The sun and the stars,
or the same compounds anyone else is made of,
Then just answer me one question, baby,
Tell me if it helps

Nothing ever does.


*You'll bleed
to feed
the demon
in me
Hannah Sabine
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Hannah Sabine
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