: hemorrhage (in my hands) Memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was
I wanted to feel something To be something to see something If I could find one thing that was mine I'd leave this behind But I can't find my way to
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hemorrhage (in my hands) Memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was
