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You're an empty bottle of whisky, yes you were a beatuiful taste |
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and you are a reoccuring women yes you have different shapes |
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and you said your design is so simple my dear |
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but you look like you have jumped in too much color |
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and now your ghost is so unnoticable |
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you are so unnoticable |
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you were the flicker of my cigarette |
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and now my pencil has made a painting |
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of your sweet embrace |
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and between all these lines and poems |
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stands a shape of you (x 3) |
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and now your a prisoner of your shadow,you have kept the key |
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and you leave me here to witness all your new lovers |
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and maybe your lover will look like your father |
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and if you said that you even cared about me |
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than you'd be calling me right now |
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yes you would be calling me right now |
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but you would never pick up that phone now,would you,no you only care about yourself |
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the truth is that I killed myself again, but I was reborn |
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and its almost as if time is just torture |
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and I want myself to feel no more |
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and the only thing I ever wished for my dear is that you placed me upon your wall and said 'this is something beatuiful,this is something unique,and I love the way you move me, I love the way you speak' |
