| 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.
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| but i speak my heart, i give my word, and all i ask is for nothing in return.
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| just take me for what im worth, take me for what you see, cause i cant live
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| without you. |
| you mean everything to me. |