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I Own Nothing. From the album " God and a Girl" .

Oh what a temporary fix
Hardly sufficient
For such a gaping wound
Oh what a temporary lover
Careful not to scratch the surface
Or expose whats killing you

Cause its too late to run away
Theres so much to lose too much at stake
Im not through
Not through with you

Oh what a monumental part
You try to warm your cold, cold heart
With one foot in the grave
Oh what momentary pleasure
That cuts too deep to meausure
With both hands on the blade