Night Skies 

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night skies, brown eyes-

you feel lucky and I’m the reason why.

I’ve got my hands down,

singing loud,

I wear a crown

but I hate the Lies.

Woods are dark, with 

luscious lips,

I’m drunk so you put hands on hips.

you know everything he did 

but you don’t understand

I’m a fucking savage

And 

I

Hate

Them.

I tell myself it’s rude

to try to remind you

that I hate touching

and your friend gave me bruises.

But you want what you want

you don’t listen to me.

I know it’s not love:

you look but you don’t see.

Cause I’ve got my hands down,

singing loud,

touch me again and I 

want to drown.

Take yours hands off my hips,

Take your eyes off my lips,

I hate your voice 

don’t you dare kiss.

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