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I press your hand in mine however
I a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an obsession
And I get sick as I my interests fall into suspension

This winter, so cold, around your arm
Stealth soldiers, around your palm
And harder, hard to understand
Little victories won around your hand

The sickness has taken through violent, blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my
The voice of pricking is whispering insistent in my ears
My paranoia has by your gaze, so austere

This winter, so cold, around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around your
I know it's harder, to understand
Little victories won around your hand

I pinned crest to my chest
it might start to look right

There was hushed talk of young corpse
Lying face down in the river, his used to move like mine
I can't stand myself morning, I am practically that boy
No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of

winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won around your hand
around your hands