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• Artiste: Feeding Fingers
• Titre: Asleep on Softened Fists
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How long have we been married And how long have we been lost Giving all that we have To relieve this fear These stars that died in my pocket Should fill the holes that we put in your Head And keep in the light that we thought Would have melted All of our Broken Toys It's safe for you to sing with me In this place where we Slept on softened fists Where you swallowed my Eyes and smeared me across your Face and other things I don't know what's worse Falling apart or Holding still When I know that my Life is something I'll never learn To Live With Being next to you Gives me an interest In being alive And near Your breathing feeds me And keeps me awake In here