Unleash me to its curves
I have watched it mature
Now guide me through its birth.
Through swollen eyes
And curdles lies,
That spill from
The mouths of some
Those wretched ears
Oh how they hear
All that I am
And all of my tears.
Show me the universe.
Show me the universe.
Show me all its wonders
And the beautiful colors,
It’s a colorful squalor
You should see the view, up here.
Through swollen eyes
And curdles lips,
Hands on your hips
Your my new kiss
Those wretched ears
Oh how they hear
All that I was
And all my tears.
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