Autumn wake me on the edge And try to survive way I am Amount of lovely scars… I’m holding my hand close to shove Desire of nothing to change Meet the one IF I need to be used An out of Me tuning silence And burning and burning around
TUNING SILENCE And burning and burning around
Softly whisper in my ear I want you to say all your soul Your hope afraid if I’m scorn… The beat of your heart next to mine Desire to stay here has come Meet the ones we are here to be used The out of us tuning silence And burning and burning around
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