Quarrels - Ballad | Текст песни

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by a standard definition of a hand 
mine is medium sized 
but i still can't get a grip on this tiny love 

in the center of the brightness of this spark 
i'll stare for hours
i'll see red for three weeks 
and stub my toes 

sleet seen like shattered rainbow pieces on her cheek 
grown dull where our lips meet
our lips meet

you make me blind to my own sins
you make me blind to my own 
since we met up i've been on a high

you make me blind to my own sins
blind to my own sins
you make blind to my own sins
blind to my own
since we met up i've been on a high


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