the stars could be ending in all oblivion
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but if i, was in your arms
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your eyes would be my salvation
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i turn and befriend this cancerous silence
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in hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground
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the days without you are too long
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and the days with you are hardly long enough
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she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
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with slit wrists
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in a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze
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if only that it would turn your head one more time
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she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
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with slit wrists
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she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
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with slit wrists
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hands met hips, heartache met lips
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hands met hips, heartache met lips
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hands met hips, heartache met lips
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hands met hips, heartache met lips
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Hands Met Lips, Heartache Met Lips
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| Versus The Mirror |
