Healing time, feeling the feeling. And little thoughts of you, hang from the ceiling. Underneath your arms is where I belong. I want sweet devotion. Now you face you are kind, killing the killer. You brook the offense, what youve done is forever. Underneath your arms is where I belong. I want sweet devotion. Now you choke on your code of submissions, and drown when you shut the fuck up. I will be there when you burn. All these thoughts as they hang from the ceiling, theyre not of love. Its all I want. Sweet devotion. Push me over the edge.
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