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May 2013
When you're walking through my head all night
(See what I did there)
My body becomies paralized
Undead
I embraced your selfish kisses
& kept you from the ocean
White deamon, are you still holding onto me?
Our minds hold the same memories
Know the same lyrics
We get tangled equally like bread-ties
I'm still twisted
& we both know that isn't fair
Burnout
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