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there's no room for mistakes in here, my love |
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what with the promise of poisoned fruit that this place has offered up |
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and we've taken our spills with a heavy handed grace |
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at the hands of each other, we'll be kissing one another |
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while covering our mistakes |
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we'll be in love with love, it's not enough this time |
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you were the one that i always thought i'd keep |
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but whether in body or in my head, my assumptions sing me to sleep |
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is there a separate room for those |
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of us who dance with our holy ghosts? |
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can we destroy our past with a light and a match |
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seal the door and hope it stays closed? |
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to be in love with love is not enough this time |
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you did what you had to do to prove to me that we just don't exist |
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and i never took the time to apologize for what i chose to miss |
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my dear, if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then |
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all the stars that fell from our hands will land and thaw the earth to bloom again. |
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you did what you had to do to prove to me that we were sinking ships |
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on the black jade of solemn seas where good men go to finally make their peace |
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my dear if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then |
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all the stars that fell from our hands will fall to earth and we will bloom again. |
