Correction Paroles Twenty-Six par Happy Hour (Florida)

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It's been such a long time since I've let you see me cry
How do you do it? Is it fluid? Do I lack fluid?
'Cause when the storm comes, I feel dry
(Sick, sick, sick, thinking of this, this, this)
I want to douse
(Something within, in, in, need to put out, out, out)
Out in the fire

Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due?
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!

Twenty-six years and now I realize
That I've been stuck inside of this disguise
Twenty-six years and now I realize, and now I realize
It's been such a long time
(Twenty-six years and now I realize)
Since I've said that I was fine
(That I've been stuck inside of this disguise)
I guess it's progress
(Twenty-six years and now I realize, and now I realize)
What you call it? I'm just stalling
'Cause the truth is that I'm
Sick! A sin is hiding deep within the trenches
You think you've reached me at my conversation benches
Oh, but alas I'm not over the last time
Kiss me now 'cause it might be the last time
Still I...

Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due?
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!

And by the time, I've drawn the lines, it'll be too late
'Cause my disguise has been prescribed, I'll self medicate
And spiral down, so by the end, I'll crack the code
Deep in the crowd, but by the end, I still feel cold

Ribs like a cage full of fire, sulfur and ashes, a liar
Thinking about all the things you could do to me
Paranoid you would conspire
But she's so pristine, a chapel I could call Sistine
Lay me down in St. Peter and wash my body clean
I just wanna say, you're someone that I like, yeah
Someone that I like, yeah, someone that I like, yeah
Spread these ashes out and suffocate the fire
Suffocate the fire (The fire)
Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due?
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!

Never gonna open up and let you see inside, no!
Let it, let it, let it, let it bleed
Never gonna open up I'm rotting from inside
So, help me, God, I'll hold it in until I die

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