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Frozen fingers on my skin Guilty hands clutching gin Your tin, thin eyes can't see within Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn And the silence won't

but oh my god if she hears me she'll come runnin in these are my hands these are my faults these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote em down for you

hears me she'll come runnin in these are my hands these are my faults these are my nasty little thoughts I wrote em down for you to contemplate at a