Текст песни Beats

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My strings beats upon the chest

My chest beats upon the heart

My heart beats upon the blood

My blood doesn't flow to my brain,

I can tell because I'm getting cold,

I haven't lived and I'm feeling old

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My brain beats upon the pillow,

My pillow beats upon the bed,

My bed beats upon the ocean

As she drifts away from me,

As I float into the sea,

As she is fading into the light,

As day turns into night