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shake me down now to bare brancheswith your Manchester swagger and designer sunglassesfreshly kissed cigarette lipsand I let my process sliptied up in a thousand knotswhen you hit me with everything you've gotbut I grown in any gardenand my stupid heart with hardenleave the test-tones onlet the dishes bethey'll be there in the morning, and so will weit's okay to be afraidsleeping in the bed that we madeI long for longer dayswhen all my tumblers will fall into placewe do as we please--perfect hair, perfect teethleave the test-tones onlet the dishes bethey'll be there in the morning, and so will weit's okay to be afraid(no one is as afraid as me)sleeping in the bed that we made(and no one's more ashamed) From Letras Mania