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๐Ÿ‘ค Eve, Annie โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Sunday '91 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:09
๐ŸŽต 1063 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:09 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 9286816

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

These voices in my head
Keep me occupied, distracted
When he comes outside to smoke
I'm already there by habit
He lights a cigarette & folds his coat
So I stand under it
He shivers so he shuffles until I'm touching him
And I don't know why
He's just another love
Another life that I can't touch
Some other face that I don't trust
Cause no one has my

Crept in a sharp clutch
Makes slow like it's shaking rust
I only want what I cannot touch

Suffer still so stay late afternoon
When I wake I'm feeling blue
Plagued by aches & thoughts of you
And I know he's thinking of it
Yeah I know he's thinking of it
Wrapped up in the idea
Of what it means to be a poet
And though it may be vague I think of only us
As though my minds (...) dust
Shaped (...) it's all lost
It's my heart

Crept in a sharp clutch
Beats fast like it's waking up
I only want what I cannot touch
I only want what I cannot touch

Oh, it comes through my mind & keeps me up
Take the time, tearing me up
I only want what I cannot touch
I only want what I cannot touch
I only want what I cannot touch

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:10.90] These voices in my head
[00:13.17] Keep me occupied, distracted
[00:16.16] When he comes outside to smoke
[00:18.67] I'm already there by habit
[00:20.17] He lights a cigarette & folds his coat
[00:25.53] So I stand under it
[00:27.40] He shivers so he shuffles until I'm touching him
[00:31.23] And I don't know why
[00:32.91] He's just another love
[00:34.12] Another life that I can't touch
[00:37.73] Some other face that I don't trust
[00:40.44] Cause no one has my
[00:43.74] Crept in a sharp clutch
[00:48.01] Makes slow like it's shaking rust
[00:52.66] I only want what I cannot touch
[00:58.34]
[01:01.88] Suffer still so stay late afternoon
[01:05.66] When I wake I'm feeling blue
[01:08.19] Plagued by aches & thoughts of you
[01:11.08] And I know he's thinking of it
[01:13.15] Yeah I know he's thinking of it
[01:16.08] Wrapped up in the idea
[01:18.14] Of what it means to be a poet
[01:21.03] And though it may be vague I think of only us
[01:25.22] As though my minds (...) dust
[01:27.98] Shaped (...) it's all lost
[01:31.17] It's my heart
[01:34.04] Crept in a sharp clutch
[01:38.06] Beats fast like it's waking up
[01:42.85] I only want what I cannot touch
[01:48.24] I only want what I cannot touch
[01:55.20]
[02:12.00] Oh, it comes through my mind & keeps me up
[02:19.86] Take the time, tearing me up
[02:23.31] I only want what I cannot touch
[02:28.37] I only want what I cannot touch
[02:33.43] I only want what I cannot touch
[02:38.15]

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