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December's traditions suck the of summer from our cheeks
Draws the curtains, strips the
In so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes to roost
Love's stain a linen sheet

The ghostly body who makes his bed you
Is slowly teeth
The boy needs and a shot of modesty
He to get some sleep

It's not the answer, sticking plaster on a bone
What do you need? do you need from me?
It's not the answer, cancer like a cold
What do you need? do you need from me?

After months of grieving, fuck the grief I'm leaving
Will you with me?
The blood loss, the towering cost of mouth to mouth and to tongue
The lick brings warm, taste

I can't correct
Convince you that there's else
In of new leaves
If you a saint, you don't want me

not the answer, sticking plaster on a shattered bone
What do you need? What do you need me?
It's not the answer, treating like a cold
What do you need? do you need from me?
It's not the answer, well I'm just begging to be
What do you need? What do you need me?
If I had the answer, I'd write a on what I know
What do you need? do you need from me?