Metz - Acetate | Текст песни

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She's barely breathing
I'm wading through puddles on the floor

We're all moving backwards (?)
Easy, take it slow
I never pause for actors (?)
It's (?)

Take
Take away this (?)
Take
Take away this (?)

My head is swimming
I can't get myself back through the door

Are we (?) surrounded
(?) take it out of you
Every day repeated
There's nothing left to do


Take
Take away this (?)
Take
Take away this (?)
Acetate
Take away my dreams(?)
Take
Take my acetate
I want you to take it away

(Hey!)

Take
Take away this (?)
Take
Take away this (?)
Acetate
Take away my dreams (?)
Take
Take my acetate
I want you to take it away

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