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The bedroom where you held me In the morning, it was sanctioned Now you're always doing some other thing And I idle, anxious Could you find the patience To listen to me I'm asking, i'm asking Some shit to say about everything You're pedantic, it's sanctioned I never act like it's anything Go get the sun on me, get anxious Could you find the patience To listen to me I'm asking, I'm asking Could you find the patience To listen to me I'm asking, I'm asking I think we're on firе But still want to try The talking is good The talking takes timе Letras de cancionesI think we're on fire But still want to try And our bodies don't rhyme But our bodies don't lie We are held in the eye We are held in the eye From Letras Mania