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Believe my song when it says
It was written only for you
But under a different name
Believe my tongue when it says
I am more than a butcher, I'm a priest
Believe my tears when they spill
They form the river to the boat
In which you are sailing in
Touch the hair on my chest
It tells you that the boy is a man
I kill all my concern right now
And it bleeds on the letters
That I will never send
This is heaven, this is hell
When you don't care anymore
You're floating in between
It hurts too much to not hurt at all
It's the deafness that is blinding
It's the numbness that I fear
Trust inside a candle is just love that's bottled up
When you burn it down you spill it
Oh take it in, oh drink it dry