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Texty: The Organ. Grab That Gun. There Is Nothing I Can Do.

:
My neck hurts
?Cause i?ve been cutting moons
My hands hurts
?Cause i cut them from you

So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now, i lie here in my room
And there is nothing i can do
But cut and think about you