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Everything I do, I do for your emotion
I don't hear a word you say
Everywhere I fall, I go for your reaction
Grab a shirt and roll this way

Stillborn is my sleep and cold are the mornings
Can you read the fine print now?
Weeds in your eye and weakness in your warnings,
Just smoke over the why and how

Dust in our hair and blood on our taste buds
Vocal cords stretched to tears
Love in little cuts all burning from the soap suds
Shift into a higher gear

Everything I do, I do for your emotion
I can't hear a word you say
Everywhere I fall, I go with blurred intentions
Won't you throw two cents my way?



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BeilaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 3:36 am
The perfect title, and exquisite writing. The third stanza is just something else; it's one of those things where you can read and re-read and re-read it forever and still find something new to understand in it every time.
 
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