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Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/underneath your creaking bed No air, no hatches under there/no pleasantries hatched overhead Chorus: I left/what was left of you, What was left of you/couldn't he kept, And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood, Please don't make me say those words again/to satisfy a whim I left too much kept under ice/don't drag that hack up again (Chorus) Please don't send me back to Rosevel/in between your knuckle bed I turned my back on life itself/I couldn't tell it wasn't dead (Chorus) From Letras Mania