I've never tasted such sweet tragedy
In a kiss.
How long can I keep running back to you
Like this?
Your the one I wanted
For all time.
But you're losing the rhythm
I'm losing the rhyme.
We keep running
But we're losing the race.
I know you can't deal
With coming in second place.
The bad times
They're coming.
They're gaining up on us
We're losing the race, my darling.
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 4:18 PM UTC
I've never tasted such sweet tragedy
In a kiss.
How long can I keep running back to you
Like this?
Your the one I wanted
For all time.
But you're losing the rhythm
I'm losing the rhyme.
We keep running
But we're losing the race.
I know you can't deal
With coming in second place.
The bad times
They're coming.
They're gaining up on us
We're losing the race, my darling.
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