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Why do I fall in love with every man I see who shows me the least bit of attention?
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Fear keeps us apart, and I watch from the sidelines as your life moves forward
and I'm left with a half-finished book of secrets and memor
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Feel privileged, few are granted an impromptu visit from a cinematic stoner
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Seven has always been my lucky number.
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stomach full, glass filled
waiting for the next attack...
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as breath turns from freeze to flame
and hands regain feeling as they fumble with the zipper on my jeans.
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reality stabs like a dull butter knife
and I can't make it to the ER this time...
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and I fall asleep as you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
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This place is only big enough for a little angel like me
{and any devil I might want to bring along}
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(waiting for you to whisper my favourite bedtime lie)
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{poisoned} little papercuts of your former promise
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as the sticks are lit, and the skies of Salem start to burn.
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walk among the wolves and wind to discover your true (nature)
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But you're a writer, you can describe anything - That's what you do: But it just doesn't work when it's about him
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[not once but twice I fell for this deception]
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remember the love in my eyes as I wade through past lies
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All for me and none for you to take shelter in
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[fantasy fleeing the skeptic]
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(daytime nightmares lost in smoke and loaded bets)
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forever and always flowing through every inch of me
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and strong arms remind me that mistakes won’t repeat
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Fee Fie Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an asylum
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Saint and sinner, side by side ~ for everyone has two parts and I love him with both of them.
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make me wanna roadtrip to Jersey become a Quick Stop junkie...
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My guardian angels gave up and went home long ago.
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Wearing funeral black, tiptoeing over tongue and word choice
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a deep-seeded need to please and pleasure my favourite mistake.
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while I underwent hypnosis with the swing of an Earl Grey teabag
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and I am left invaded by a romance not mine
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and daring to pay the landlord in Monopoly pinks and greens.
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oh happy dagger, this is thy shealth... - You get the picture
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just because your blood has turned to dust and clogs your heart
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sewing together the wounded parts of us with pieces of the other.
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how many different ways can someone else tell you how much I love you
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Heart hardened behind that aristocratic, serpentine smile.
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