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    There's a pistol on the paper
    From last time we talked
    I throw her in a field and tell her to speak
    It's a threat with our clothes off

    Boiling my blood till it's bubbling under the skin of my thighs
    It's love
    But you would never think that
    If you were looking at it from above

    She's clothed in black egg whites
    Hair to the floor that's weighed with water
    She smiles at me like I'm a camera
    She's a shadow that's mimicking me slightly wrong

    For her, I'd attach a Ford Bronco 1970 at my hip
    And jump into the sea
    And when I meet her at the bottom
    I'd let her do anything to me

    I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head
    No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg
    I beg her to

    She arched and broke her back in my open skin
    The only one who can kill me with permission

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    And honey, that's all I was made for
    All I was meant to do
    I'm a microphone for all her clogged words to comb through

    And honey, that's all I was made for
    All I was meant to do
    I'm just something, something made for you

    I put a pen to paper
    I hold her like she's a gun
    And she comes into me like water into your shoes
    You can hide, but you can't run

    Playing quiet on the cassette
    Using silence like a threat
    I put a pen to paper like putting a gun to my head
    No human body permitted to treat me the way I beg
    I beg her to

    She arched and broke her back in my open skin
    The only one who can kill me with permission
    And she's the only one that keeps me terrified to die
    That someday, somehow, somewhere
    The ink in her eyes will dry

    And everything I never said
    Is only six feet away
    All the unwritten songs humming static in her ribcage

    And when her work is complete
    Her masterpiece on a stage
    You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made
    And when her work is complete
    Her masterpiece on a stage
    You will clap for her, for the mess of me she's made

    And honey, that's all I was made for
    All I was meant to do
    I'm just something, something made for you

    And honey, that's all I was made for
    All I was meant to do
    I'm just something, something made for you

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    Composition: Benjamin Mclldowie and Sofia Isella Miranda

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