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I press your hand in mine however cautiously
I keep a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm
And it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ears
My paranoia has galvanized by your gaze, so austere
This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm
I know it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
I pinned your crest to my chest
Hoping it might start to look right
There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse
Lying face down in the river, his hands used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning, I am practically that boy
No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of choice
This winter, so cold, creeping around your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around your palm
I know it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
Creeping around your hands
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