Lyrics Hugo – Sweetest Cure

I wanna find peace in my own skin
In my own skin
Breathe out, breathe in

Thinking of your eyes,

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What the hell am I s’posed to do
Choose a world over you
I’m afraid I’m just too small
I think I’d be no use at all.

Word’s out, so how,
You’re the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you.

Lost in the tide of sex and death
Of sex and death,
Your hair, your hair.

I want you again,
Don’t wanna be your friend
I wanna be a door,
Not a voyeur

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What the hell am I s’posed to be
Choose a world over me
Sitting pretty in my mess
On the phone I can’t confess

Word’s out, so how

Word’s out, so how
You’re the sweetest cure
I never got to tell you.

My doll,
Pure heart
Turn the tables and
Push it out and watch me slowly break.

Sweetest cure,
I never got to taste.

Sweetest cure,
I’ll never taste.