Sickwater
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Crowded lines abstract on severed pages Will to change the script we call our lives Chorus: Cry for mom lying on your sofa Rented dreams without a care You can speak without the notion While your shrink becomes aware In a space we give up to surrender Tearing trust on top of which we stand *Chorus It's an illusion we impart Full of confusion from the start I don't love you I don't need you I can't spend a day without you I don't claim your indiscretion Look away at my confession now I need you now (x 4)
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