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Letras:The Organ. There Is Nothing I Can Do.

my neck hurts, ' cause i've been cutting moons

my hands hurt, ' cause i cut them from you


so someone snuck into your room

and it got back to me

now, i lie here in my room


and there is nothing i can do

but cut and think about you