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Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leavesOh, how the ring will never fit the finger properlyIf I could rip it from it's bond, I'd tie your eyes to meShe'll tieBecause the years are getting slipperyOh, I'm a suitcase with the hinges bursting free as to say"You're stuffed too full, you have to give your lover's load away"So through each pore, I sweat the linger of your love away so fastBecause our love is getting slipperySomehow the sky is holding up the heavensBut I can't get the ground to hold the earth up anymoreAnd all our friends are finding life inside the oceanBut my pockets scream, "you can't afford to live there anymore"For all my life, I will keep you in my lower layWhere all my sins are piled right up to my shoulder bladeAnd I will visit you with thoughts from the left side of my brainAnd take the artery that leads me back to youYouYouYou From Letras Mania