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the past is such a complicated beast our history holds our tongues and ghosts still linger on our lips I'm not the type you're not the type to fetter the future when we know one of us would have to give up something of ourselves I think we're dancing with danger here more than we ever have with the burn of her name still fresh on your heart and the brush of her breath still vivid in my soul tell that to the heart that leaps in my chest when you're close enough to hear it we have choices to make here I don't think we can stay on this cliff's edge forever back to safety, forward into the terrifying rushing air (who knows if there's water catch us) (if there is, we still could drown) just tell me which way do you want to jump?
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
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the past is such a complicated beast our history holds our tongues and ghosts still linger on our lips I'm not the type you're not the type to fetter the future when we know one of us would have to give up something of ourselves I think we're dancing with danger here more than we ever have with the burn of her name still fresh on your heart and the brush of her breath still vivid in my soul tell that to the heart that leaps in my chest when you're close enough to hear it we have choices to make here I don't think we can stay on this cliff's edge forever back to safety, forward into the terrifying rushing air (who knows if there's water catch us) (if there is, we still could drown) just tell me which way do you want to jump?
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
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