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There's something in your chest that I want You say you don't use it anymore But I can hear it beating through the walls It's shaped like a fist But fighting is not what it's for I've been stealing your breath And you've been watching me fade And I'm beginning to suspect Dreaming at all Was our very first mistake I don't mind drinking myself to sleep As long as I'm sleeping in your arms I've been pulling out my teeth Now you're the only one who can do us any harm I've been dreaming for days About my hands on your waist About the taste of your mouth And the words that you say That I know you don't mean But you'll never come clean
Writer(s): Christopher Rowland Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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