Sanoja: Sixpence None The Richer. Don't Pass Me By.

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I am a fruit that you squeeze
hoping the nectar is sweet
I am a lump on your wheel
whose shape you still conceal
I want to be something to you
but I feel like nothing
and I'm desperate to feel your hands
shaping me constantly

Chorus
just don't pass me by
please don't pass me by
or else I else I die
just please don't pass me by
don't pass me by
or else I else I'd die

you put a clench off my fist
cleaning the mill of the grids
you run a hand on my back
that makes my tension slack
I'll always be something to you
though I feel like nothing
and I'm desperate to feel your hands
shaping me constantly

- Chorus -

[ vamp ]

Bridge
you are a knife sharp fast and clean
cutting the cancer clean
you are the ghost of ugliness
floating inside this mess

- Chorus (2x) -