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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Without a Hand...

Wanna go left?
Wanna go right?
Wanna hold my hand?
Wanna stay the night?
Wanna braid my hair?
Do you wanna fight?
Will you promise me
that we'll be alright?

Let me know
Let me know
because it gets kinda cold
When I'm out all alone
and without a hand to hold...

Cotton candy pink
Lip glossed shrink.
"Why'd you feel this way"
Oh I wish I really knew, babe.
Wish that you were here
because it's hard to steer
away from the leering looks
across the room
bloody knife submerged in gloom.
Heart shattered on the floor
here's my soul if you want more.

Let me know
let me know
because it gets kinda cold
When I'm out all alone
and without a hand to hold...

Oh, and when the depression sets in
I need you underneath my skin.
You are my bulletproof vest
We're in your car, let's do the rest....

Let me know
let me know
because it gets kinda cold
When I'm out all alone
and without a hand to hold...
Let me know...
Let me know...
Let me know...

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