I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again,
Don't tell me that you're scared

Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness
'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,
You'd kill for,
The angels would die for
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