‎ ‎ ‎ HOZIER    ╱    'ℑT WILL COME BACK.'
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝔇on't let me in with no intention to keep me, 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me. Honey, don't 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎feed me, I will come back. It can't be unlearned: 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I've known the warmth of your doorways. 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you. 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Oh, please, give me mercy no more. That's a 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎kindness you can't afford. I warn you, babe,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ each night, as sure as you're born. 

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝔜ou'll hear me howling outside your door.
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