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von Dining Dead

Wash my hands of the grief I found
Turns out I was ripe when I hit the ground
I was bruising out and

Turns out I think I′ve been dreaming
On someone else's sleep
Turns out that we′re just containers
For all their fantasies


I wanna freckle your skin
Have I ever written anything original at all
I wanna be anonymous
Have I ever felt anything original at all

Turns out I think I've been dreaming
On someone else's sleep
Turns out that we′re just containers
For all their fantasies