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I see your heart beat through the bedsheet
I feel your pulse against the floor
I sleep the sadness that no one else sleeps
Feel me cunningly adore
As the tic tock clock lies Goldilocks
What a sick enchanted view
Of the white blot sin that we all began
Not the girl that I once knew
Blue Sunshine
Ive got no vacancies
At the top of the clock was Jesus spying on me
I spoke of friends
Point me which direction
I tried a bribe of when I die but swore he never
Mentioned
I kicked and screamed
"Its simple, you must sing
The day I take you, youll be sleeping
You wont feel a thing
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