This is all that we talk about she said
Paint this
Trace your finger on the sky,
Is the image spoilt by
Cast your charms into the blue
Their broken arms opened for
The break of day’s up ahead where I’m going
The glass
My serpentine so seasoned
Can’t you see the bronze cross upon
well it's a fine line between yours and mine
yours is
Well I told you before I believe in beginnings
I’ll say
if it were up to me you'd never be down
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