I am the guarded line,
And you fill me in with
Kiss all your saviors goodbye
Offer them up to the dead
No
Oh it takes my life away
To think of her as
I woke up this morning
I was feeling that this should
Life is beautiful, but beauty is a dying art
Life is
Well everybody, everybody who has reached out so far to
Elbows on the window sill
My head against the pane
You've seen
Spend the night in my arms!
I'll hold you tight, I'll
Is it wrong to think that it ain't no fun
To
Well, they said, “it was the cheapest fare at this
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