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The ease of your pose, the grace of your silhouette |
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The way that your shoulders meet your slender neck |
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Where would we be without all the distance? |
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You know I'm already just a skeleton |
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I don't have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger |
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Of things made to be destroyed |
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All moments meant to pass |
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Don't wanna live without teeth |
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Don't wanna die without bite |
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I never wanna say that I regret it |
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Never wanna say that we grew apart |
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And never wanna say that the feelings changed |
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I don't have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger |
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Of things made to be destroyed |
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All moments meant to pass |
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Chipped nail polish and a barbed wire dress |
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Is your mother proud of your eyelashes, |
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Silicone chest, and collagen lips? |
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How would you even recognize me? |
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I don't have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger |
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Of things made to be destroyed |
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All moments meant to pass |
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I don't have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger |
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Of things made to be destroyed |
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All moments meant to pass |
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No more troubled sleep, there's a brave new world that's raging inside of me |
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I don't have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger |
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This, too, will soon slip out of reach |
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This, too, will soon come to an end. |
