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your barbwire catches and i'm on the ground.
Heyaa, heyaa...
heyaa, heyaa....
Can i start to belong if I climb your fence? the pain of your past is a fog so dense.
I was lost to myself, now i'm losing you, the smoke so thick and i'm craving a view.
Heyaa, heyaa....
heyaa, heyaa...
Can I find my childhood if we go at it again? exhausted, panting, seeking pleasure beyond
pain, the sweat smells of truth, all pretenses in
vain, the future a cloud, the past a stubborn stain.
Heyaa, heyaa...
heyaa, heyaa....
Can i go back to my crib when we cuddle once it's done
these panting hearts beating together as one for once I see the child in you smile
the troubles of this world out the window for a while
Heyaa, heyaa... heyaa, heyaa...