if i hear your voice in my head
in my bed, in my rest
than i just might throw it
though i know i'm dead in my chest
in my rest, in my dress
still i might just throw it
don't hold me under
i don't want to go
i hear it undone, to soon.
don't hold me under
i don't want to go
i hear it undone, to soon
those two eyes are way to cold
a golden hound could shame the heart
try to break, no hope
tapping to your soul
this time, i head to church
become the silence break, my mind gotten so slow
no hope but still to shame
don't hold me under
i don't want to go
i hear it undone, to soon
don't hold me under
i don't want to go
i hear it undone, to soon
if i hear your voice in my head
in my bed, in my rest
than i just might throw it
though i know i'm dead
in my chest, in my rest, in my dress
still i might just throw it

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