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Breathing fast, will this last? these pains seem to grow every minute, and your face confesses that you feel it too, you take what you want, and so do I, so why does it feel like we're still lookin' for a bad guy? someone to blame for the shame and the pain, every time I say just go with it, you put your head down, you put your heart out and say see what you killed? Im not a murderer, its a suicide, you have nightmares and those horses trample my good intentions, my grateful ambitions, my blood flow religion, your like an angel and Im the devil and you were all too willing, so sell your soul, I promise to keep it safe with all the others I take each and everyday, rushing light from the speakers these notes have colors just as vivid as your eyes, tonight I wouldnt want to have anyone else when I start to ride high, we can dance, they can watch, you can drink and laugh, they can all want you, because at the end of it all you leave with me, we go back home and I set your body free.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
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Breathing fast, will this last? these pains seem to grow every minute, and your face confesses that you feel it too, you take what you want, and so do I, so why does it feel like we're still lookin' for a bad guy? someone to blame for the shame and the pain, every time I say just go with it, you put your head down, you put your heart out and say see what you killed? Im not a murderer, its a suicide, you have nightmares and those horses trample my good intentions, my grateful ambitions, my blood flow religion, your like an angel and Im the devil and you were all too willing, so sell your soul, I promise to keep it safe with all the others I take each and everyday, rushing light from the speakers these notes have colors just as vivid as your eyes, tonight I wouldnt want to have anyone else when I start to ride high, we can dance, they can watch, you can drink and laugh, they can all want you, because at the end of it all you leave with me, we go back home and I set your body free.
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marcus-pendergraft
30/M/American
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
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