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Icesong - ​sour fiction
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Icesong ​sour fiction

Icesong - ​sour fiction
[Verse 1]
My legs are made of ice
My hips are made of water
My face is made of lice
I watch 'em crawl out of my covers
I don't wanna die
I just need to recover
Something haunts my side
I hold too tight, I might fall over

[Chorus]
Fall on the grass
Sun bleeding, I'm glass
Shreds in my waist
I rot and sit and I wait

[Verse 2]
My thoughts are made of gas
They float until they fill the room
And they're thrown away like trash
Empty cans and finished food
I didn't mean to laugh
But it's even worse to see things through
I hate to think I feel bad
When I can hear I feel you
And I
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