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Weightless (Rökkurró)

Giving empty promises, we’re walking on glass. Sitting on the edge, waiting for us to slip. My hands are too weak to hold you. My hands, they let you go. Bitter taste of your skin burns my tongue. Feels like the final night before I wake up alone. This is how you love me when all the love that you had is gone.