Текст (слова) песни: Kind Of Like Spitting - Staring at Your Toy Collection
This isn`t my room but still I know where everything goes. Your shoes, buzzing toys, dirty clothes. I can clean for you. Spotless like a palace. Chains bind me too. Your lips are like air. I see heaven all around me, crumbling like your body. These days alone bring me back to a little book. Those pages hold all that makes me angry. And who has the power to bring heaven to its knees? God knows its not me. God knows. This isn`t my home. I feel it in every corner. The chairs don`t sing your name. I drowned. Please let me clean for you. No one else can love you like I do. My hands are spotless please let me clean for you. When you go away.
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