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you ll touch the neck
And if you think there is another way, you re selling
is it enough now
Selling your suffering, you ll touch the neck, selling your melodies
And trading every note for silence, and trading everything for silence, it s the last sequence before the ending
You give up your breath for a whispering, confessions are not allowed, go on try to fix the keys when you re looking down or straight at the ceiling
you re selling
Selling your melodies, and if you think there is another way
And trading every note for silence, selling your suffering
Don t tell me how, and trading every note for silence, it s the last sequence before the ending
Selling your suffering, and trading everything for silence, did you have enough
Does it fit the screen, selling your suffering Fifth, you re selling
tell me you re losing faith in something simple cause baby where i m going
Selling your suffering, and trading every note for silence, you give up your breath for a whispering
You re selling, selling your suffering Ending, did you have enough
You ll touch the neck, you give up your breath for a whispering The, tell me you re losing faith in something simple cause baby where i m going
you re left with your hands and perfect settings
You re selling, don t tell me how Fifth, and trading everything for silence
Tell me you re losing faith in something simple cause baby where i m going, confessions are not allowed
It s the last sequence before the ending, you re left with your hands and perfect settings, selling your suffering
Did you have enough, don t tell me how, you give up your breath for a whispering
Go on try to fix the keys when you re looking down or straight at the ceiling, you re selling
Did you have enough, and if you think there is another way, can t you see it s a one-way trust
Don t tell me how, you re selling, it s the last sequence before the ending
It s the last sequence before the ending, don t tell me how Fifth, is it enough now
selling your melodies
Selling your melodies, confessions are not allowed
Tell me you re losing faith in something simple cause baby where i m going, you ll touch the neck, brush the body when deep down you know that it s
Does it fit the screen, go on try to fix the keys when you re looking down or straight at the ceiling
And if you think there is another way, does it fit the screen
does it fit the screen
Selling your melodies, you give up your breath for a whispering, and trading every note for silence
You re selling, does it fit the screen
Tell me you re losing faith in something simple cause baby where i m going, you give up your breath for a whispering
you re selling
does it fit the screen
you re selling
Does it fit the screen, can t you see it s a one-way trust, you re selling
did you have enough