I'm carrying storm behind my teeth,
Swallowing thunder so no one leaves.
Afraid that words are borrowed things,
That if I speak, the room will take wings.
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Loving you is not heavy
It's like a cycle I never want to end
you are a miracle in a white tee
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I want to be free from me,
From this head that won't let me be.
My mind is not a mind anymore
It's a circus where the devil closes every door.
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