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A Thought's An Idea...

she says
don't follow me
i'm lost too
don't follow me
i'm lost too
baby i'm lost
just like you..B) :heart:
 
You are the best one
Of the best ones
And we
All
Look
Like
We
Feel
You have stolen my
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart...:heart:...
 
This is addiction of a man
fears the ether hates the weather
he is a substance that go trough you
inside breaks ya even kills ya
This is obsession wicked man
he proves danger lives in anger
he is a substance that takes to you
never leave you even shock ya

This is obsession

He is a substance a morphine thing like dope
he go through you
and from the inside
and from the inside
breaks yaaa!

:cool:
 
Don't forget to call, whenever
I'll be here just waiting for you
I'll be under your stars forever
Neither here nor there just right beside you
 
She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All that lies in her place
Jesus saves
An old age
Old age
Old age
Old age
 
You get the privilege of being with me
Like I get the poetry in motion
Of your body next to mine
 
Behind closed doors
Dresses sigh
Her shoes recall a dancing life
Her memory lights the room
Transcending gravity...
 
You pretend you're high
Pretend you're bored
Pretend you're anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get

:heart:
 
He slips into the bedroom
And you know he misses alright
Old names, we'll make sweet
Will sustain us through the night
Inside my bedroom baby
Touch me, oh tonight
Promises, we'll make some
Will reveal our sense of right
 
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Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.
 
Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
Everything I done is between God and me
Only he will judge how my time was spent
29 days of sinning and 40 to repent


B)​
 
Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
 
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand


:heart:
 
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an ***hole

:magic:
 
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle


:heart:
 

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