I would run through burning houses.
Disassemble faulty outlets,
Spitting devils from their mouths that-
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Match the heat of my devotion.
Match the deepest, darkest ocean.
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Unwrap the sheets around your torso.
Lift you up onto my shoulder.
Kick the bedroom door until it-
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Breaks the plywood reinforcements.
Rips a hole along the ceiling.
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Lay your body down in darkness.
Feel the cold air swarm around us.
Warm blood running down my hands that-
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Match the heat of my aggression.
While I watch what shouldn't happen.
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Your movements drip of expiration.
If I could, I'd be the one, and
I'd take your place, take every last breath.
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Why can't I be the one that's leaving?
Why can't you stay the one that's living?
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I would run through burning houses.
Disassemble faulty outlets,
Spitting devils from their mouths that-
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Match the heat of my devotion.
Match the deepest, darkest ocean.

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