If my skin could melt off like the ash from your cigarette
I could really see what is going on
I could reach down deep inside of me and pull out what I can not see
Finger and chord, wish me well
If you ever go looking for a cure
deep in the valleys of Gods splender
I hope that you'll take me along
Id shed my grace for you, to see again
Id peel back the layer that I layed across your eyes
to feel a world unfelt
Id write you a song you already wrote for yourself
I breathe you in like I brush you off
I breathe you in like I brush you off
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