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Missing you like the Earth misses the Sun.
It’s been so long since I felt your touch,
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This is what I have. This is who I am.
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I feel it rising. That dark place inside of me.
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In this wilderness I see the sacrament of dreams. Will you follow me as I have followed you?
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She broke my kiss. With a knife through my heart.
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This is us. This is us today.
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I dread the day you come back into my life. Turning it all topsy tervy.
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Bloodstains and kerosene Drench the world red.
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Coiled up like a silver slinky. Your words scratch at my mind like nails on a chalkboard.
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She attracted me to your liege. She made me think it was all-real.
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Flesh decays with your hate, as the disappointment melts away.
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I’m a big girl, not like you.
I’m a big girl, not like you
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Exactly (not) what you think.
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Bones creak as the body stiffens, Rose petals fell from the sky.
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My head feels like it's caving in; A spiral of emotions, each wants to wins.
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Your brown eyes are ringlets of gold. Your face eradiates sunshine
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No matter if her promises are all played out.
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Life Sucked Out with a by a Fool.
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This is me and this is you.
This is us and this is I.
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Your just another blood soaked dress. In a blood soaked world.
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Something is always left unsaid
Even love’s embrace can’t stoop the living dead
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Kiss the serpent, scratch away The venom that makes me weak
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I spelled Kodak wrong for a reason
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He looks in the mirror with rage in his veins. Life is as he wanted it to be.
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With out a word I take your place. Upon this pedastol of forced grace.
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Everyday its like we try to get away.
These tactics of godless purification
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Lets go dancing into an open stream. Lets go dancing until my hope’s serene.
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Sauce like moss; covers the wake.
You are the boss.
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This is the day we are all amazed.
This is the day silence is not tampered with ductape.
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Not what you think!
Not what you may believe if it is throw me in a tank.
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Pretty colors can it be.
Never before seen the woman with nothing to loose.
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Haunted by a place that doesn’t seem to even exist. Haunted by the place that made me, me.
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