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Supernatural
(Baeszler/Rubin)
From the comfort of another room she haunts me, taunts me
You will never get half as far as here again
In the middle of a raging sea she throws me
Holds me overboard until my lungs collapse
But she has
Supernatural
Incandescence, see?
Pull the plug out
Watch it all come crashing down on me
I don’t know what words ignite disaster faster
But it seems they’re changing day to day.
Today, in the middle of a sentence she will crop me, stop me
Cut me short and life’s to short for that
I’ll still be waiting here all these years to see what she she’s in me
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