You got those scissors from the drawer
You never dug so deep before
If I stop trying, and we start dying
You're cutting me out, baby who you fighting?
Who you fighting? Who you fighting?
You make we wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you
You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I close my eyes, just close the door
You want a minute, I'll give you more
Maybe I don't want you either
We're both unsettled, nighttime creatures
Shadow preachers, nighttime creatures
You wanna break, you break alone
You wanna leave, you're on your own
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