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To dig inside the cold stone
Of unfair gradients
To row against the current
The background of all things
I'll swallow every simulacrum of you
Each light they shed
Enlightens shadows behind me

It has to be the knife I peeled you with
It has to be the skin I used to breath

I've done just as you told me
I've turned an empty page
Your name, small print, on top of it
Couldn't you write a little more?
Can't stand this stubborn silence
Is worth like words back then
Raixera in my empty room
Baby, I came to hate it hard

It has to be the knife I peeled you with
It has to be the skin I used to breath



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Writer(s): Robin Morabito
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