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[singing] I paint myself back.
Trying to open beautiful seashells.
This brutal trawling on our ocean floors has made us shatter shells.
But with bare feet, I stroll the corals.
The words, the tone of sorrows.
I gotta keep close to the well.
Thirst will suffocate me.
But I'll do it for you, babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath that long.
You said my mystery was joyful, but you felt sorry for my melancholic mind.
It will never correspond to your troubles.
I didn't overlook the sadness of these times, and that's why my eyes sometimes for you go blind.
Trying to tell her over the telephone, but silence speaks with a foreign tone.
To wish to be so alone is not necessarily alone.
But I'd do it for you babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath.
Yeah, I'd do it for you babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath that long.
Individualism extinguishes the city like a hat over a living candle.
What would I be without? Can I wonder what would I be without God's help? I say thank you, Lord, for my sickness.
Otherwise, you hadn't listened twice.
For I had nothing said.
[singing] I paint myself back.
Trying to open beautiful seashells.
This brutal trawling on our ocean floors has made us shatter shells.
But with bare feet, I stroll the corals.
The words, the tone of sorrows.
I gotta keep close to the well.
Thirst will suffocate me.
But I'll do it for you, babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath that long.
You said my mystery was joyful, but you felt sorry for my melancholic mind.
It will never correspond to your troubles.
I didn't overlook the sadness of these times, and that's why my eyes sometimes for you go blind.
Trying to tell her over the telephone, but silence speaks with a foreign tone.
To wish to be so alone is not necessarily alone.
But I'd do it for you babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath.
Yeah, I'd do it for you babe, I'll close on the weekends.
'Cause you held on to your word, there is nothing that I've heard that is vivid enough to describe you.
Think I can hold my breath that long.
Individualism extinguishes the city like a hat over a living candle.
What would I be without? Can I wonder what would I be without God's help? I say thank you, Lord, for my sickness.
Otherwise, you hadn't listened twice.
For I had nothing said.
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