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Giver
I was not made to lie down or to wither in your womb.
I am holding out my knife and I just carved a hole.
And we all live somewhere else.
When you are living in your cell.
I was not made to lie down.
I was made to love.
You want the radio?
You want the fortune?
So there you go
Send me off in a sea of red and he will carry me again.
I will rest when I am dead.
In your shallow beaten end.
When we all make skin and bones, you are the vacancy I hold.
But I am holding out the most and now I know.
Don't chew me up then ask me why, I don't come around no more.
I won't cover all your crimes, to be swallowed whole.
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And there is not much more to you then the skin you're living in.
I was not made to lie down.
I was made to love.
You want the radio?
You want the fortune?
So there you go
Send me off in a sea of red and he will carry me again.
I will rest when I am dead.
In your shallow beaten end.
When we all make skin and bones, you are the vacancy I hold.
But I am holding out the most and now I know.
Said you had all the reasons why, my head was waivering and my hands were full of led.
Said you had all the reasons why, my head was waivering and my hands were full of led.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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