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From your own internal storm,
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For you to turn on when you please.
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My legs am a
But they aren't yours on which to build.
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El both of us.
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Ynu can't make homes nut of humans,
I won‘t let you in just because you have knocked.
And if you keep using my heart. Bs your doomm.
The next time you'll ﬁnd that it's locked.