This is what the edge of your seat was made for.
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Holding on.
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Nothing to lose.
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And this is what the back of your hand was made for
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Stolen apologies.
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You're a traitor to my heart.
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You're a traitor to us all.
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Forsaken.
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This over indulgence of consciousness has torn a day apart
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And lingered in the splendeaour of the feeling in my stomach.
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Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
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Covering my face away from the need to talk to my miscalculation.
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Were all movie stars! x3
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And I'm speaking these words.
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And I'm talking to the mirror.
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You're a traitor to my heart.
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You're a traitor to us fucking all.
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And I don't want to kiss anyone but you.
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I fucking love you.
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Traitors Never Play Hangman
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| Bring Me The Horizon |
