2.Short Bursts (Alternate Version)
You looked at me＊
My blood turned cold.
You said come on,
Who cares be bold.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
You looked at me,
My lips turned dry.
You said come on,
Who cares you'll die.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
You looked at me,
My blood went red.
You said come on,
Who cares you'll be dead.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
So come on in,
You're looking rough.
You're telling me you've had it tough.
So take your hands-
So take your hands off my chest.
Sit back,
Sit back.
Loosen your ties,
Loosen your knots.
Sit back,
Sit back.
Loosen your neck,
And fill your lungs.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
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