| You missed the winter and it followed you back home
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| Where sun kissed the crimson footsteps in the melting snow,
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| We are doing our best to disown the golden mean
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| By these acts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free
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| The acoustic funeral for love in limbo,
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| We re dancing with tags on our toes,
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| I save my last breath for your window
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| To write you this song
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| For the acoustic funeral
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| On the verge of the vow to kill all reason locking that door
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| To a nightmare within a nightmare we are bound to adore,
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| Let the pleasure in the shape of a heart lie until we Have finally confirmed all fears to be so real
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| (To be so real)
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| Underneath the ice so thin I am turning blue
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| (I'm turning blue)
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| The one last thing I know to be real is the shadow of you
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| Killing love with a kiss
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| Let’s re-enact the fall
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| For the acoustic funeral…
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| Killing love with a kiss |