a still heart But I can't stand being alone Still on my neck, the breath of the dead Even at blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart But I can't
his chin Lives spent in wet cement underneath his skin Still on my neck the breath of the dead Even as blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart But
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by his chin Lives spent in wet cement underneath his skin Still on my neck the breath of the dead Even as blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart