| Kisses are never safe when residue of old love is left
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| how could I feel lesser when someone better
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| walks around / waiting for you to call out
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| As your cold hand grasps mine I feel unright
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| and privileged to be and you’re the same chemical as stars
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| Deformed fingers leave trails of hearts in writing
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| could three words be the end to births only meaning
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| Crying to sleep is my remedy
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| urgently trying to stand on broken / confused legs
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| Am I looking for reasons not to be happy
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| emotions catch up with me / I’m too fast for them |