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You are an infant on a leash
I got you I got you Until I don’t got you You pull too hard And I dig my heels Until concrete liquifies I built you a cradle cotton balls wishful thinking maybe you need a home You thrash too hard Crusted corset Stealing the air you need to fly I got you I got you I got all of you
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