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By Arcassin Burnham Cutlery chopping your emotions into sections baring the Characteristics of a maniac in an insane asylum for your Pleasure just to see the splatter of blood on the wall, It'll be a shock if you regret it all, Off the wall , like your personality, I am appalled, Don't you stall, Your feelings are gone, Til you sang this song, (Choir : for the children, Love lives here) Pink roof , All gone, Stabilize..... To be of one, The feelings break, Open your eyes... Theres no peace to be obtainable... I gotta be, what I set out to do, When I am done , I'll come back for you, Won't leave you behind I swear this to you, Forgot to check the time , no time in virtue, It's too late for me , but I'm buying time for you, If you swear all to me , to remember what I said, Your not a mystery , but you're in my head, I'll do this for you until I am dead, And the choir sings, (Choir : for the children, for the children, Love lives here) love lives here, For the children.... Love lives here... For the children.... Love lives here.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Love Lives Here
By Arcassin Burnham Cutlery chopping your emotions into sections baring the Characteristics of a maniac in an insane asylum for your Pleasure just to see the splatter of blood on the wall, It'll be a shock if you regret it all, Off the wall , like your personality, I am appalled, Don't you stall, Your feelings are gone, Til you sang this song, (Choir : for the children, Love lives here) Pink roof , All gone, Stabilize..... To be of one, The feelings break, Open your eyes... Theres no peace to be obtainable... I gotta be, what I set out to do, When I am done , I'll come back for you, Won't leave you behind I swear this to you, Forgot to check the time , no time in virtue, It's too late for me , but I'm buying time for you, If you swear all to me , to remember what I said, Your not a mystery , but you're in my head, I'll do this for you until I am dead, And the choir sings, (Choir : for the children, for the children, Love lives here) love lives here, For the children.... Love lives here... For the children.... Love lives here.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
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