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Sep 2014
It is a dream
You are holding my hand
I br/eak it off
I am cutting off my ties
I jump onto the first plane
I would go
Somewhere unknown
And start again from scratch
A stranger in a strange land
New name, new life
I would pretend I am brand new
No one would know about
The fis/sure you inflicted in my hea/rt
When you tossed me aside and bro/ke all the vows you pledged to me
I still wear your promise ring
On my *******
To remember murderers look just like everybody else
Stealthily they will **** all of your hopes
Steal everything from you
And I am left with empty pockets
I cannot remember if the holes were already there when I met you
Or if one arm hugged me while the other cut out holes in my love
To create a marvellous pattern of destruction and hopelessness
At least I am still pretty outside
As long as the appearance does not reflect
The carnage, the massacre in my soulless hell
I will jump on the first plane
And go
Somewhere unknown
Turn Off The Lights
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Turn Off The Lights  UK
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