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Cut tree He he Don't believe in me Ha ha You wanna be broken on the gravel Dropped on the anvil Fallen out the plane of love With no one above And no one to dress you as a heathen Wash you in all that blood Your blood With no one above And no one to judge you for receding Soft into defeat Or mangled in undressed mess That press You know for damn sure it's gonna be stress Your winter is broken Spring and the Fall isn't open Going high Summеr is stolen Lost in the mess of your chosеn omen Yeah Keeping my house allowed isn't only for me Letras de cancionesI know this about you now, your affection is a pressure to me Do you remember the ring of fire All that dancing, yeah Yeah Realize your winter is broken Spring and the fall isn't open Going high Summer is stolen Lost in the heat of your swollen and faded Belabored and jaded Your pride (will never live it down) The chosen omen High From Letras Mania