If parting is such sweet sorrow,
Why does this still taste
Tripping over fallen hearts
I don't wanna be the same, not
You've got that sick sixth sense,
Where everything you do is
Cracks in the ceiling,
The dark comes in.
But something in the
Shots over memory lane,
So loud magnified by the sounds.
Meet me
You know better than to gamble,
With gravity, with gravity.
Now
Miles from home,
'Round here they'll never miss me.
Everybody disappears one
Oh, beating heart don't give up on me now,
My thirsty
Check the mirror
don't ever lock and load on this
so fragile
Have you see the fires of Tokyo?
She lights them when
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