taken back to a day when eyes
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said so much more than hollow words screamed.
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sometimes these stares left scars.
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and now our thoughts collide.
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at 2am our lips spark fire to the horizon.
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bathe these streets in gasoline, we'll dress this city in flames.
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words are worthless when looks can betray us.
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lives are broken when romance dies...
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sleep with photographic memories, they lay deceased.
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and now all i have is this gallery of faded pictures... in the crimson daylight
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and the garden of grey roses is still there... and they smell so sweet.
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words are worthless when looks can betray us.
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lives are broken when romance dies...
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they hide knives in their smiles.
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fake apathy to avoid a broken heart.
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so ill write this story one last time. these pages are worn some empty inside. but i speak my heart, i give my word, and all i ask is for nothing in return. just take me for what im worth, take me for what you see, cause i cant live without you. you mean everything to me.
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Photographic Memories
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