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You used to be there on the other side And on this one, not trying to hide from light Were both trying to move away from the past But I can still call you anytime If i want to hear your answering machine And the sound of you ceasing to care Anymore vacant than the air filled with spirits Your head is scared by dizzying heights.   As i dangle my feet from the belltower Craning my head around side to side To see who is speaking bellow You leave me to my fascinations And bid me a silent farewell   Now we both haunt each other We make beautiful music turn stale I spend my life weighing my heart Against my **** and my brain On divinity, morality, and Anubis's scale Laughing he says you are my toll to pass Onto the land of whatever i truly want Since i will never know what i need And you will never know what you want And we give and take quite equally You take the life out of me, i leave you guilty We are such a perfect couple, of suckers Blood dripping from two puncture wounds
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Absent friend
You used to be there on the other side And on this one, not trying to hide from light Were both trying to move away from the past But I can still call you anytime If i want to hear your answering machine And the sound of you ceasing to care Anymore vacant than the air filled with spirits Your head is scared by dizzying heights.   As i dangle my feet from the belltower Craning my head around side to side To see who is speaking bellow You leave me to my fascinations And bid me a silent farewell   Now we both haunt each other We make beautiful music turn stale I spend my life weighing my heart Against my **** and my brain On divinity, morality, and Anubis's scale Laughing he says you are my toll to pass Onto the land of whatever i truly want Since i will never know what i need And you will never know what you want And we give and take quite equally You take the life out of me, i leave you guilty We are such a perfect couple, of suckers Blood dripping from two puncture wounds
frances-lazarus-blackheart
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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