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put your hands on me, nice cold and arrogant be with me until time declares us ignorant of the majestic sun's son's daughters created in a circle of death, and life everythinginbetweenyouandI the "and" between soothes underneath you beds cool and warm sheets ripped up pillows destroyed i can get no sleep when i want to i'm up all night putting myself into what ideal you've created if i understand can you understand that i can be patient if you can be my patient i'll relieve your tension with my medicine nice and warm untilthenithoughtitwasjustaline no decision has a meaning i can be your patient too soothe me until I can get rid of my sickness insanity, whatever i've been annihilated but endless critiques and praises but they're all in my head they're all in my head (just like us)
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
I Can Be Your Patient Too
put your hands on me, nice cold and arrogant be with me until time declares us ignorant of the majestic sun's son's daughters created in a circle of death, and life everythinginbetweenyouandI the "and" between soothes underneath you beds cool and warm sheets ripped up pillows destroyed i can get no sleep when i want to i'm up all night putting myself into what ideal you've created if i understand can you understand that i can be patient if you can be my patient i'll relieve your tension with my medicine nice and warm untilthenithoughtitwasjustaline no decision has a meaning i can be your patient too soothe me until I can get rid of my sickness insanity, whatever i've been annihilated but endless critiques and praises but they're all in my head they're all in my head (just like us)
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
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