but tell me
does she kiss like I ussed to kiss you?
does it feel the same?
when she calls your name?
somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you
but what can I say rules must be obey
Now the violence sleeps inside Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind It's the reason why your teething side irates me...
Dont leave me to pick up on your questions Not even a day It's alright to finish up your sentence You talk all the same Pain comes in stages if we don't make it Nothing changes...
" . . . and we have music all right
tearing the night
the song
played on a solo saxophone
a crazy sound
a lonely sound
a cry that tells us love goes on and on
played on a solo saxophone
it's telling me
to hold you tight
and dance
like it's the last night of the world . . ."
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