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Get the sinking feeling
You're behind my head again
And the more I weed, the more it grows
And here I am, hung by my toes
The time spent set in cement
Spent wasting my time
When I could have been pulling it down
It's my release
Held down, entangled
It's a web of my own making
And this desolation's shaking me apart
Build it up, paste it up, stick it up
Stuck up. fucked. such a shame
My defences have become my own restrictions
My love
Talk to me
It's a bone orchard
You cast your shadow
On my heart
It's a bone orchard
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