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My bloody nose, my bony toes My skipping pulse has no sex appeal My sunny oath, deceiving clothes My lovely bones make me kissable I think, I think You didn't know a thing I think I've seen Enough of me at your feet Said you feel gross, who here's the hole? All of your goals make you kissable Tear up the sky, great cost for life None of my strife is degradable I think, I think You didn't know a thing I think I've seen Enough of me at your feet I used to walk from the city thinking of you Now I do my best impression of something see-through I used to leave my hands open and raise them above Used to think that you were someone who could lift me up I think, I think You didn't know a thing I think I've seen Enough of me at your feet From Letras Mania