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You kiss my scars, down the center of my left wrist Never knew how much I needed it I see stars, the good kind, not the kind that I saw when i was three feet under The reaper got my number You're my deep end, keep me breathing Our health, on with glue The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you Here comes a crisis Cross out my eyelids Buried alive, it's true The only thing keeping out of the grave is you Our dreams are violent Feels like I'm high space Barеly alive, it's true The only thing keeping out of thе grave is you Everybody else can go to Hell, I don't care what they say They can shut their fucking mouths, yeah Oh, the signal show and tell, yeah, the shit that I can't help, that I feel better when my lips on your mouth Let me keep 'em on your mouth 'cause You're my deep end, keep me breathing Our health, on with glue The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you Songtexte Here comes a crisis Cross out my eyelids Buried alive, it's true The only thing keeping out of the grave is you Our dreams are violent Feels like I'm high space Barely alive, it's true The only thing keeping out of the grave is you Ah, ah, ah-ha, ah, ah, ah The only thing keeping out of the grave is you Ah, ah, ah-ha, ah, ah, ah The only thing keeping out of the grave is you Aus Songtexte Mania