Amos the Transparent

It starts in my lungs and moves to my lips and makes its way down to your heart
You shouldn't have to worry about this make up down your cheek, this true love shouldn't have to convinced every week
So gather up your belongings and say your goodbyes,
momma's mockingbird is gonna dry your eyes
And everyone's out to get one another so keep your head up,
here comes the storm
because everyone wants to be loved by another who'll hold their hair as they let it out
So hold your breath and protect those subtle lips
You never know just when you're gonna get that poisoned kiss
Protect those you love and listen to their words:
No one's gonna let you get hurt, pretty bird

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