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^ pov me gathering up the sweat from salters thighs and drinking it
I'm not dead and burried yet
They always seem to creak
When I needed someone to speak to
They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks
Where were you
Where were you?
Pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards
I'm not dead and buried yet
So pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards
I'm not dead and buried yet!