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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