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Текст песни I Felt Your Shape Pt. 2

No more hugging in the kitchen
No more pats on the back in the hall
No more chest on breasty chest behind the curtain
No more lip on nape of neck in shower stall
No more rosy gardens
No more craving curving
Hips on my belly
I'm giving up so I can be free from you
I'm paying fees so I can sever ties from you
Let craving call
And beg and bawl
And face it tall
Let my soft skin have more sweet soft air on me.
Let boulders drown.