to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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So we went after the crash, we step out alone.
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An undivided healing that swallows us whole.
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The air cuts like glass and you taste like winter.
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And how long will you last, forever...
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And congratulations you've become what you wanted.
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Stepping out of this car with that look in your eyes and knowing that you've never looked so beautiful.
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Telephone lines away, death on the end and I¡¯m screaming.
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226 on the door, asking to make out while watching the war.
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And nothing¡¯s like this exit, pale white skin on memory.
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And I¡¯ve got the proof to frame the way.
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As we danced, we bled across the floor.
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And that never-ending supply that we wished for.
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It took me 14 hours to get this sore and knowing that you've never looked so beautiful.
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25 days and I still can't get this right.
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Telephone lines away, felt through a phone line
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Felt Through A Phone Line
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