The Lido Venice - Bury Me Next To My Voicebox lyrics

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The Lido Venice - Bury Me Next To My Voicebox lyrics

I spit up the sky, With your pretty machine next to mine. In the presence of the present, We spoke about the past. IN the presence of the present, Behind our future's back. Darling, I'm not sure I can. With libel as a Bible, It was wholly unsettling. Grown from bad seeds sown in spring, Sunshine-shy, and soaked in sin. She said, "Breathe, my sweet. Oh, won't you taste this air with me?" All bitterness has sunk into the ground And held your torso silently, Like gravity (who always bring the party). But the other flowers are pa**ed out in the gra**, And I know you're better than that. Darling, I'm not sure I am. And I don't have the lungs for your type of talking. Darling, I'm not sure I can. A stumble feels just like a run to us.. When one of us leaves, It feels just like a blade to us. Darling, I'm not sure I can.

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