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Lyrics:
Your hands are cold to the touch
Let go the ghost from your lungs
I’ll slip right through your skin
My words could let you in
My hands were pressed to your chest
I feel this emptiness
Your whispers sound so strange
I think I’ve gone insane
On top of waters that we
Are drowning in too deep
I try to stay awake
Cus’ when I sleep I don’t dream
How is your soul so cold like this
When I can light a match
From your fingertips
Every time I pull away
You fall right back in place
I won’t be your remedy
Won’t be your remedy
Every time I pull away
You fall right into me
I won’t be your remedy
Won’t be your remedy
I’ll keep repeating your name
Until it’s burned in my brain
A thousand ways to give up
You give no reason to stay
I’ve known this pleasure from pain
When feelings start to decay
I felt so painless before
That feelings gone away
Every time