Wash
Wash me off your hands
Don't talk just because you can

Now watch me as I run into myself
I don't need your guns or your knives or your pretty little lies
To send this all to Hell

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
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Find a place that feels like you
Hang some windows on the wall to enhance the view
I wanna watch you move like the snake that you are
Now slither, little fool
Yours is an empty art

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
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With empty arms, I held you close
With open arms, I let you go
Go

The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
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