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Knives
My bed smells like smoke and your body wash
I fold under the weight of you being gone
And your love is not okay
I don't deserve to hurt that way
But the way you learned me is phenomenon
When you hold my hand, you love me, I swear
The kisses you left on my body, I wear
I'm starting to see maybe I'll leave you alone 'cause
Maybe I'm Knives and she's your Ramona
I'll change my hair.
I fold under the weight of you being gone
And your love is not okay
I don't deserve to hurt that way
But the way you learned me is phenomenon
When you hold my hand, you love me, I swear
The kisses you left on my body, I wear
I'm starting to see maybe I'll leave you alone 'cause
Maybe I'm Knives and she's your Ramona
I'll change my hair.
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