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Get a little cloGser, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribFms around you
The rungs of me be under, under you G
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs tFmhat you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are G
Splitting threads of thunder over me
FmThat I might see with my chest and sink
DInto the edges round you
CmInto the lakes of quarry's that briFmnk
On all the edges round yoDu
Get a little cloCmser, let fold
Cut open my steFmrnum, and pull
My little ribs around you G
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little cloCmser, let fold
Cut open my steFmrnum, and pull
My little ribs around you G
The rungs of me be under, under you
FmI'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
GOver the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You maFmke a fine shrine in me G#m
DYou bGuild a fine shrine in me Cm
FmThat I might see with my chest and sink
DInto the edges round you
CmInto the lakes of quarry's that briFmnk
On all the edges round yoDu
Get a little cloCmser, let fold
Cut open my steFmrnum, and pull
My little ribs around you G
The rungs of me be under, under you
Get a little cloCmser, let fold
Cut open my steFmrnum, and pull
My little ribs around you G
The rungs of me be under, under you
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