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Let's turn back the clock

And do this one more time

It's so hard

Finding a purpose in my emptiness

'Cause I am an icicle

You are the summer heat

A language

That I could barely speak

There is a headache in my head

A pulse in my brain

Nothing will ever change

Or make sense

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

Nothing at all

I prefer this

Weight on my chest

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

Such slim comfort buried in

Old pictures

This couch is not as long as I remember

This couch is not as long as I remember

A different shape out of place

A different pace

Such sudden news

That my body can't shake

'Cause my stomach won't stomach the taste

Will you hold me like a baby

And tell me the things I need to know

I never want to be alone

There is a headache in my head

A pulse in my brain

Nothing will ever change

Or make sense

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

Nothing at all

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

I prefer this weight on my chest

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

There's nothing at all

I prefer this laying on my chest

There's nothing at all

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