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I'm blown away
Like a layer of dust on the floor of the hall where we first met
Trust was the first thing we lost that day


You asked where to stay
You would do what you must and the drawings would say more than you could
Lust for red berries, the taste of shame


[Pre-Chorus]
Hey!
How about me and you leaving?
There must be a way out of here
Look from the corner of your eye
The doorway is real


 
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