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Shake it out, shake it out God, I need another round, another round, another round, another I could feel it now. I felt the lord in my father's house.
I could see, I could see standing we were seventeen make it clean I am the living ghost of what you need I am everything eternally God, just speak
cuz I'm done being done with the funeral at least for now are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
Shake it out, shake it out God, I need another round, another round, for the other wasn't wanted and I heard it out. I felt the lord in my father's house. I could see, I could see standing you were seventeen make it clean I am the living ghost of what you need I am everything hypocrisy Can't you see?
cuz I'm done being done with the funeral at least for now are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
I felt the world begin to peel off all my skin and i felt the weight within reveal the bigger mess that you never fix
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