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BETH HART
SCREAMIN' FOR MY SUPPER |
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Skin
She combs her hair & cleans her face
Closes the door & kneels to pray
It don't matter that she's alone
beast or dragons she's going home
If I lay me down
bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
& these blisters within My skin
She found today
So hard to say
I sweat the sheets
too tired to play
& it don't matter
cause I'm still alive
Beast or Dragons
won't make me hide
another way
I just cant find the words to say
Cold where I lay
it's cold where I lay
bones cracked to clay
a killer's in the way
hot is my shame
Fire pulls my veins
For never is my name
Forever in my shame
holy come heal me
solely, delivery delivery
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