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The waters colder at the edge,
And they dived for hours.
Past sundown, until the body was wasted,
Was wasted.
Did they conspire to this?
Did they conspire to?
Thirty-three and a half until the end,
As we sway from ear to ear.
And your heals look so beautiful,
Against the carpet, against the carpet
So graceful, yet so insecure.
The waters colder at the edge,
And they dived for hours.
Past sundown, until the body was wasted,
Was wasted.
Did they conspire to this?
Did they conspire to?
Thirty-three and a half until the end,
As we sway from ear to ear.
And your heals look so beautiful,
Against the carpet, against the carpet
So graceful, yet so insecure.
So insecure.
This ghost will haunt you.
And i will judge you fair.
This ghost will haunt you.
And i will judge you fair.
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