| 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 |