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Distant lights as distance grows. Do I make ground? You are night as I am warm. Do I lie down? On and on and on away we drift. Innocence is where you
Is it worth the wait? As time and motions are gold and you're the fair land. Cause I believe what you are. I believe in you. Too long to wait. You close
and i hear the stars have fallen he finally rests his eyes on the contract he finally laid his eyes on her red dress he finally lost his eyes in the contrast
saw you awake force the light of days gone by force this away learned a lot from day glow eyes feel this away torch the sun if it cant keep time force
you feel around that way you slowly feel nothing you run around that way you slowly fell your way with nothing you slowly get your wish you feel like
turn around. turn to me. maybe you're the one who's overrated. this painted town is blinding me, silver shock in its glow. trust the moving colors. trust
and i'm here and i'm special and i'm the one who turns you out. and i'm here and i'm a wreck for the total loss of our last crash. you are the savior
sin cells sold attractive tinsel soft injections bright feels like a miracle feels like the sound youre talkings right feel like the sound youre making
is this where the rain falls ever morning i wonder why sleep covered eyes talk calls the warning down from the sky if you turn the light off ill cut the
down here we're caught under the waste of our dilutions that fell among the quake. help me try to understand the great diversion that came and tore us
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the citizens are looking quite the same but then again we are check the files and learn its not ok to go quite that far I guess well take it back assuming
the years dies sof in a fierce decline we settle cost with elliptic ties suspicion swords like a lightning strike an interlude from a scarlet sight resonates
feel this heaven pours over me carries me backwards as I await and then I feel im going back again and I feel this way found the river that covers me
tonight is a perfect disaster of a ratio of two days in your mouth is just perfectly shaped to say the wrong things to me this bed is a perfect example
Is your faith a bird in darkness? Broken glass. A moments note. Flash of lights strobes ages. End will lie? The windows broke. We're destroyed by you.
burns will last like time elapse as you wear your strings wired of collapse coiledso tight i swear your arms looks like wings loosen lines that will make