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My rivers ran red last night,
My currents started to swell to the south,
The rain came through the cracks,
I slept under a blanket of cloud

As another dusk condemns me to my bed,
And she takes another rest inside my head,
I can't help but get the feeling,
Life would be easier if I were dead

I just want to see her face again

My rivers ran red last night,
My currents started to swell to the south,
The rain came through the cracks,
I slept under a blanket of cloud

Clutching, keeling, kneeling,
As the evening drips down from the ceiling,
Vultures circling, picking from the bones that bore the bleeding

I just want to see her face again

My ennui lifts,
When she holds me right an stable,
I'll never drift,
Cos she's got me tight under the table

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