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Always gonna want your name Sharpied At the front of my shirt Always gonna scream from the stands the way I did for you And just fake the way I do, my lungs stay true Never gonna Stop missing the way your mouth wanted air But when it had my lips? For air, it no longer cared Though my lips may be shared with the cold until they're blue I'll just fake the way I do, my lips stay true Always hated it When you ran your fingers through my one curl I worked so hard! But you never ceased And you loved it up Tucked up in a bun and you melted over me like butter Wish I could recreate the lines on my skin you drew Still fakin' the way I do, my hair and skin? Are true Forever I'm going to sit Unprepared Move my mind in stills to touch your translucency Never seen eyes so fixed, they stuck to me Baby you know me, I look everywhere But only have eyes for you So I'll fake the way I do, my eyes stay true And the way my heart used to twirl Like a heart-wrought lover with a head of curls My life was a movie When the feature ended you were an actor Captured by the role of raptures Tired of faking what was always there Problems nesting themselves in my hair to my brain To my eyes My lungs They all tell me I have no room, to be with you But they can all just fake it, 'cause my heart stays true.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
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Always gonna want your name Sharpied At the front of my shirt Always gonna scream from the stands the way I did for you And just fake the way I do, my lungs stay true Never gonna Stop missing the way your mouth wanted air But when it had my lips? For air, it no longer cared Though my lips may be shared with the cold until they're blue I'll just fake the way I do, my lips stay true Always hated it When you ran your fingers through my one curl I worked so hard! But you never ceased And you loved it up Tucked up in a bun and you melted over me like butter Wish I could recreate the lines on my skin you drew Still fakin' the way I do, my hair and skin? Are true Forever I'm going to sit Unprepared Move my mind in stills to touch your translucency Never seen eyes so fixed, they stuck to me Baby you know me, I look everywhere But only have eyes for you So I'll fake the way I do, my eyes stay true And the way my heart used to twirl Like a heart-wrought lover with a head of curls My life was a movie When the feature ended you were an actor Captured by the role of raptures Tired of faking what was always there Problems nesting themselves in my hair to my brain To my eyes My lungs They all tell me I have no room, to be with you But they can all just fake it, 'cause my heart stays true.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
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