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Let us acknowledge The last time we will ever play this song The keys are Slowly Breaking. I thought I loved you, Naive When I spoke, it was not me I heard. You tore me apart Key by Key And yet, I held the pieces I dare not let them go. You can't play the muse When you broke the keys I play upon. I can't lie anymore Pretending to be happy, Like when we were little We're just playing house in our ruins. How can I give you any more in maturity I find myself loving you less? Nothing remains unbroken but...naivety. Here comes the next one, The next 'grown up' Stay as young as you can Naivety makes you 'strong' Even when you're told you're wrong, And love, it hasn't touched you yet. So Keep playing while your keys still resonate Magic.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
While naivety plays
Let us acknowledge The last time we will ever play this song The keys are Slowly Breaking. I thought I loved you, Naive When I spoke, it was not me I heard. You tore me apart Key by Key And yet, I held the pieces I dare not let them go. You can't play the muse When you broke the keys I play upon. I can't lie anymore Pretending to be happy, Like when we were little We're just playing house in our ruins. How can I give you any more in maturity I find myself loving you less? Nothing remains unbroken but...naivety. Here comes the next one, The next 'grown up' Stay as young as you can Naivety makes you 'strong' Even when you're told you're wrong, And love, it hasn't touched you yet. So Keep playing while your keys still resonate Magic.
Written in 2009
nicole-arbuckle
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
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