Still Depths - 4th Street

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Bloated bottles can't take me It’s too gray Too gray It's okay Die frozen Die frozen Die frozen Maybe I see Sirens floating Maybe I see Island chosen Oh, my heart's cold I’m hungry Stuck a landing In my leg Oh, but it's so funny Give me your fucking bag Give me your fucking bag Say that you Care about me Pretend my meeting pumping ten Stay healthy Stay healthy Silence Contracts, painted Summer's eve, safe with me I'm here I'm real It's okay It's okay Silence Silence is bittersweet Silence Silence is bittersweet Outside spit on, makes me scorn Silence Take of carrying me I can't feel my hands I can’t feel my hands I can’t feel my hands No, I can't feel my hands I can’t feel my hands I can't feel my hands
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