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This tune, this melody, this horror in front of me Plays like a sick tune, of sickness and disease The key winds around, the picks play their death cry over and over again It haunts my dreams playing as your face locks my soul into a dance of death with your heart Over and Over again you play through my head pounding the beat, snapping the strings, flaying the chords, bleeding the Harmony Years this went on, the dance of my heart Slogging through the tears, as you always bow away spinning through the music, cutting my veins succumbing to this haunting Music Centered in the sky, above the our waltz sits the centerpiece of our dance, a grand chandelier, adorned in silk and diamonds, sparkling above us, showing the times we should have had could have... Yet here we dance, forever the Music echoing, deep in my Heart
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Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 11:22 AM UTC
Letting the Music Play On
This tune, this melody, this horror in front of me Plays like a sick tune, of sickness and disease The key winds around, the picks play their death cry over and over again It haunts my dreams playing as your face locks my soul into a dance of death with your heart Over and Over again you play through my head pounding the beat, snapping the strings, flaying the chords, bleeding the Harmony Years this went on, the dance of my heart Slogging through the tears, as you always bow away spinning through the music, cutting my veins succumbing to this haunting Music Centered in the sky, above the our waltz sits the centerpiece of our dance, a grand chandelier, adorned in silk and diamonds, sparkling above us, showing the times we should have had could have... Yet here we dance, forever the Music echoing, deep in my Heart
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Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 11:22 AM UTC
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