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Dying love Just too weak Too far away to remember I prayed these momories wouldn't fade Sounds like this sacrafice Was just a long goodbye You've tried before To dissapear Wrong hands take control of the sweet life We carried from our Terrible cradle You uunderstood the harmony That exists between us Mistaken and everlasting What a majestic trick Doctors slipping in desperatoin, Trying to recapture the lives they lost To limitless disaster This sinful fee Isn't worth your hopeless greif It is no justification For your imperfections Let go of your trampled worth And broken pride Cannot be saved like You beleive Friends barely embrace I am sorry for your lonely passion Begging for a kiss Shame kisses your thoughts God's will shinging through The world in a way you never wante Enjoy the day Isn't it lovely? Think of the time we played in the dirt, How we laught at our game As the world softly crashed on our innocent character And plunged us into a bitter nightmare Not worth waking up to false bliss In this growing distance between our stares.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
Babble
Dying love Just too weak Too far away to remember I prayed these momories wouldn't fade Sounds like this sacrafice Was just a long goodbye You've tried before To dissapear Wrong hands take control of the sweet life We carried from our Terrible cradle You uunderstood the harmony That exists between us Mistaken and everlasting What a majestic trick Doctors slipping in desperatoin, Trying to recapture the lives they lost To limitless disaster This sinful fee Isn't worth your hopeless greif It is no justification For your imperfections Let go of your trampled worth And broken pride Cannot be saved like You beleive Friends barely embrace I am sorry for your lonely passion Begging for a kiss Shame kisses your thoughts God's will shinging through The world in a way you never wante Enjoy the day Isn't it lovely? Think of the time we played in the dirt, How we laught at our game As the world softly crashed on our innocent character And plunged us into a bitter nightmare Not worth waking up to false bliss In this growing distance between our stares.
I had a list of words and let my mind wander. this isn't supposed to make sense. It is just babble
kimberly-weber
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
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