Snow Patrol ♫ Set Fire to the Third Bar

i smell like you,
you smell like me.
finding ourselves
in each other

i can't get you out of my head
can't wash you off my skin.
can't wash away my most recent sin.

tried to wash off the x's on the back of my hands
but the sins that my heart and my hands
conspired to commit together
would not come off.

no matter how hard i scraped and scrubbed.
i could not learn to regret the sins i loved.

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