they're white
they're cold
they've no life
but they grow old
i love your bones
bleached like sand
i love your bones
laughing the way they do
at me
at you
at life and the way
we see reality
they're white
they're cold
they've no life
but they grow old
i love your bones
bleached like sand
i love your bones
laughing the way they do
at me
at you
at life and the way
we see reality
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