The 80's Were Born in 82
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Now we sing out a song to the lonely Listen up and we'll tell you a story Frequencies in this dream to a nightmare Crying hard, drying slow like you’re not there. Hands above your head I’ve got you now Sorry, you’re going nowhere. Scratches on my back They bleed with smiles Expose my darkest secret. Your skin is screaming to be touched Oh God, I think you’re bleeding. But don’t worry. It’s just a mouthful for me to drink. Like a portrait of angels killing me slow (I want you to scream for a reason. I want you to scream for right now) Slice my wrists now, kiss me quick and watch me let go. Resurrection, my heart will slowly explode Collect my ashes, your tears will burn though the cold. I hope you know I’ve got you figured out The clues are all over me These nights remind me of our memories. You’re never fair You never cared. What have I got myself into? You think you’re something special, But I can see right through. Your glass eyes are on fire they're melting in the snow Gather all the shards toss them into space watch as all the stars fall to light your empty face.
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