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BURN / HAUNTED / INNOCENCE
Nothing they say is true;
My body is but a graveyard
where you bore
ten feet down and burried
my trust in men
My body is a graveyard and I am haunted
harboring all these dead secrets
everyone seems they have forgotten
inside me they are rotting
The girl in the mirror,
did she just escape a fire?
Haunted by the burn of liquor
Haunted by your searing fingers
(twenty of them)
Push me down harder
Pry me open quicker
I love the way it hurts
My body is but a graveyard
where you bore
ten feet down and burried
my trust in men
My body is a graveyard and I am haunted
harboring all these dead secrets
everyone seems they have forgotten
inside me they are rotting
The girl in the mirror,
did she just escape a fire?
Haunted by the burn of liquor
Haunted by your searing fingers
(twenty of them)
Push me down harder
Pry me open quicker
I love the way it hurts
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