Pull the syringe away from my arm and watch it
Wake from my rest.
Open eyes face a new day.
Battle to
Step into the snow.
Seeking Your starry eyes.
Glisten white with purity
Take your shot.
I still take your words to heart.
Cold fingers
I wanna dance and I want to see blood.
Dance and
The very idea of beauty died so long ago
But sometimes
Remove your hand from my throat
My heart is too secure
You have to be kidding me
It must be buried three
Can you still be moved by song or are you
Where is the man who came around?
I pulled him down,
Lay your burden aside.
Put your hand in mine
(and pray that
NO LYRICS TO IT'S GOING TO BE OK, IT'S AN
Awoke today with no new ideas
But that's nothing new
And as
We could have had it all in our studio on
Break out the best china
Another one passed on today
and his
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