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If I hang up, roof will fall Now she vanished and my joints might pop Ought to reach the motherland where she lays Not enough metaphor To explain how I'ma miss her bones Here's a raw truth and I moan it's dead She has fed me she has borne me Now I can't locate I can't hide my face in her face This world's gonna be so odd (Be so odd, gonna be so odd) I have eyes yet to adore I have chest yet to embrace Love in the land she left I will remain amazed she's dead She's dead The taste of your lipstick stays on The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue The taste of your lipstick stays on The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue The taste of your lipstick stays on The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue The taste of your lipstick stays on The tip of my tongue tip of my tongue Tip of my tongue tip of my, tip of my tongue