Don't go teeling i'm better
Cause my arms they still regret
Not on the phone or letter
Cause we stand in our own ash
Sleep now
Those tears cannot be swallowed
And i never said enough
We do this on porpoise
To smash the things we had
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You throw me all your ropes now
We hang in tyburn's halls
But still we are being thrown out
Descent we may just fall
Don't go teeling i'm better
Cause my arms they still regret
You throw me all your ropes now
We hang in tyburn's halls
But still we are being thrown out
Descent we may just fall