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Shine through holes in the floor, But I‘ve got a question. I‘m too sick and sore, To even ask them. I would waste you, I would break you, She was right to come and take you home. I can almost feel you here, But I dare not say so. And break the atmosphere, When we are so close. I would waste you, I would break you, She was right to come and take you home. And when you think of me, Why won‘t you stay? It came in a cloud that consumed me, A living breathing swarm, That brought you to me. Would I waste you? Would I break you? Would I like to come and take you home? (oooohhh) (x4) I would waste you, I would break you. |