So tell me your secrets And join me in pieces (Eternally yours) I'm ready to bury all of my bones I'm ready to lie but say I won't To rot in this garden made of stones Eternally yours I'm ready to bleed to make amends And sleep in this dirt we call our

Running for the crown I’m running for the crown I'm running for the Baby on fire I see it when I close my eyes Think it's time So hit me on, hit me on my bones When I'm sitting on, I'm sitting on my throne

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