LYRIC

I use to think myself lucky, maybe a little unkind
I caught something contageous by you
It all starts with an itch that always burns me
When I told you it makes my nose beleed
And when we kiss I feel it deep inside
Like the first time you left me here to die
I wake up every morning by you
A silence on your lips so loud
And your skin such a pretty blue
You got nothing to worry about
Nights to lay around
Nobody to touch you
But me cause
I'm allowed

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