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Alohaha
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Nausea
Our voices joined in a high note, now over Breathless we fall Caught in the hanging cords, now silent Grabbed my hand in the nausea
I made a bed out of irony Lie with me And my broken bones Deliberating Cheek to cheek In the final blow
I'll lay you down in the quiverying grass Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Your leg so frail that you craw after your convictions My skin beings to pale, in the dark I grab your hand, in the nausea
I made a bed out of irony Lie with me And my broken bones Deliberating Cheek to cheek In the final blow
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