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Let Me InHe doesn't make your knees weakHe's beautiful and bleak He has a porcelain face That cracks when he speaks I go to start a conversation but I Get no reply Instead you stare like a statue As I break down and cry Your face is like an eagle But your mind is like a crow And boy i know you have opinions But you don't let them show You're a shelf of books without the pages A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages Locked up, locked up, locked up... And if blood runs through your veins Don't you suppose it's such a waste To be composed in such a way Just let me in... Just let me in... You write me letters In a pen with no ink And you have your own eyes But you don't dare blink And you speak in words Without a sentence You're the ghost that haunts me Without a presence... Without a presence... Without a presence... And if blood runs through your veins Don't you suppose it's such a waste To be composed in such a way? Just let me in... Just let me in... |