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I believe in coming clean I hope everything gets clean Long before we start again Wash the history from my skin, skin Boy's got scissors in his pocket He dreams of holding something special Cuts the heart out of his pillow He cuts the heart and hopes it's clean Do you want this to be more than anything? Do you need this to live more than oxygen? Always want the things that we don't have Even when the last time we just spat and screamed So scrub some sense into my back Scrub some sense and make it clean, clean Do you want this to be more than anything? Do you need this to live more than oxygen? More than oxygen More than oxygen Sand in the bed stops me sleeping Wake with the birds (?), they're all talking Cuts to the quick, coz that's still weed me (?) Letras de cancionesCoz love is the slug and he's still squriming Oh sand in the bed stops me sleeping Wake with the birds (?), they're all talking Cuts to the quick, this is boring Less song function, press somebody (?) More than oxygen More than oxygen More than oxygen Will you tell me what you need more than oxygen? From Letras Mania