Friends, I will keep you like trophies,
In my heart
It's like I never had time to look away
Bodies
I can't stop killing songs you like
You look at me
If you listen to the sound of the hope
In
I transcend time
with my words
I'll build a house for you
A showdown at dusk,
This old town is lost,
I’m
What's it gonna take for me?
I'm on my hands and
I left a note on the table, I hope it
Warm skin, smooth lips
Our hearts are strong and toned
our tongues
I've got a bad taste in me
It's like I've been
Twenty two years have passed by
As I contemplate
I
I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99,
A summer drive away from dying: a broken heart nothing
I know it cuts you inside every time that you
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