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Stabbing himself in the shins thereCos he's never been keen on letting upHis shoulders are sinking cos he's dying to stay outAnd I wanted him so long if I could chooseYou're scared of the darkYou're scared of the darknessBut he's ever so scared when your phone cutsShow a face, show a placeWell they are coming after meWell they are coming after meAnd he is coming after meAnd she is coming back to me, meGravedwellerYou're feeling at homePressed up on the stonesAnd the soils aloneGravedwellerMake sure you bury meNext to the familyWho resembles me From Letras Mania