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These immortal souls of ours |
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Scratching the window pane |
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Leave a ghost blood calling card |
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These immortal souls of ours |
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We take a pen to our lives |
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And a knife to our lies |
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Lost in a love of ourselves |
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Still we spit at heaven's gate |
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Crash the night in our dumb shoes |
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Driving galaxies down |
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You said we wore gloves |
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And spilling our souls |
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Keep talking |
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Keep talking |
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Divine and unbroken |
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We speak and are spoken |
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Speak through the broken blood |
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Ghosting away |
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Keep talking forever |
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Keep jawing eternal |
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Keep forever the touch |
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Of our red and wet hands |
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These immortal souls of ours |
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You left the scar of your kiss |
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Burning on through this flesh |
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Forever too slow |
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Burn the heart and the brain |
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Fixing broken spells |
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Start us death waltzing |
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Down bloody trails of stars |
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We spit and are broken |
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Down dirt and in 2's |
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Still mute seconds left |
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You died dumb |
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We waltzed in the blood Ho! |
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And I did not say a word |
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And I did not see a thing |
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Stranger hold my hand |
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Stranger hold my hand |
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Stranger hold my hand |
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No I did not see a thing |
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Walk me home, walk me home |
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Walk me home, walk me home |
