Lyrics of Dizzy

Six Feet Under

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I'm like thomas doubting fingers
Running the scars your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe

I want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
To be re-made by your cleansing again

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I gave you myself
It's all that i have
Broken and frail
I'm clay in your hands
And spinning i can see all
Is it only israel
For you my love

I want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
To be re-made by your cleansing again

Chorus

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