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trying hard to speak and fighting with my weak hand. |
it gets so heavy (the night, the stormy night) |
&# 34; it&# 39; s just we can&# 39; t help ourselves, we don&# 39; t know how to back down.&# 34; |
the wheel breaks the papillon |
the bullets catch in her teeth |
&# 34; but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise.&# 34; |
when she was just a girl, she expected the world |
&# 34; he wanders through fiction and never finds the truth.&# 34; |
turning into strangers, turning into dust, under your fate ♥ |
it was you, breathless and torn, |
til your eyes share into dust |
inside me today, around, broken in two, til my hand shook with the weight of fear |
&# 39; who are you?&# 39; | &# 39; Olivia.&# 39; |
use your cœ ur, coeur as a weapon, and it hurts like heaven |
&# 34; toi have blood on your hands, but no plus than your head.&# 34; |
But do not ask the price I pay, I must live with my quiet rage, tame the ghosts in my head |
the flesh that lived and loved will be eaten par plague |
should toi shake my ash to the wind; |
pestilence is won when toi are Lost and I am gone. |
oh, let me die where I lie, &# 39; neath the curse of these lover&# 39; s eyes |
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