White Knuckles Smack dab flat on my back Solid ground beginning to crack I pulled her down and down and down I lost my breath I thought I'd drown Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Her leg my hand a smoldering brand Sticking to her wet, body like sand Her place distaste we fell from grace Red smears across our face Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles
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