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May I die inside your arms tonight, the pressure builds into deadly nights
I cannot sleep without your pleasant voice in my desperate reach
I feel this weight as if it's drowning me and underneath our sheets is where our demons sleep, within our skin is where they love to creep and oh how they watch you weep
I cannot sleep without your pleasant voice in my desperate reach
I feel this weight as if it's drowning me and underneath our sheets is where our demons sleep, within our skin is where they love to creep and oh how they watch you weep
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