80 times was all it took for him he has
you can't sleep, armies invade your dreams (no time today)
empty arms torn apart angel walked out and left me
She's so sick of me lately
Nothing else hurts me more
Bein'
bridge: i believe in magic i don't believe in love
dance with me my dear on a floor of bones
they never knew me until they needed me that's when
Walked through a club like I walk through a field,
I
cry above the nameless grave but all that's there is
suicide, it's on the tv homicide, it's on the streets
i'm tired of looking (it's not in my vision) i'm
people think i'm crazy, i'm always on the run that's
Once around the cycle you can get used to it
Twice
i think about you and i dream about you in
you walk me home and what do we talk about?
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