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Nov 2013
There’s a season in your eyes

A desire I couldn’t recognize

You’re a touch of temptation

A boy with a bad reputation

You feel like letting go

Baby you promised forever

So if breathing means dying

Let’s hold our breath

We’ll be stiller than winter weather

You told me you were broken

But I knew it was beautifully

A jagged past

I don’t care if it cuts me deeply

Your scares make you a perfect match

For my two arms

So crash into me

Bind the stiches together

We’ll heal and prosper together

Cause they don’t understand that

It’s easy to be a saint when you have nothing on the line

So will do whatever we have to, to survive
Christine
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Christine  New York
(New York)   
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   Terry Collett and Reece
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