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"He has a face of a sailor and a heart like an anchor. He spills shockwaves all over my skin and made me into a malfunction machine. A perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause. I wish I wasn't this monster I've become. Keep tasting the saline rolling down my cheekbones, I'm feeling like a toy feels when its batteries run dry. So sick of you cutting me off like a guillotine. This pain you give doesn't feel so much like love.
Don't get any closer here now sweetheart or you'll just make my heart quiver again. But if you want, you can eat my bones and fix me with your pretty tools. Won't you?..."
Don't get any closer here now sweetheart or you'll just make my heart quiver again. But if you want, you can eat my bones and fix me with your pretty tools. Won't you?..."
And I'm sitting alone with my guitar slightly out of tune
And it's a loving night in June
And try to write a song with a happy summer melody
like I have tried so many times before
But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
But all that comes out is another sad song
Maybe it's because I slept to long and nobody called me on my phone
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
Do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brand new dress or learn a useful game like chess
Another lonely night turns to day with another hair of mine, turning gray
No I can't really tell you just what is wrong, my dear
But still what comes out is another sad song
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It'll be lonely this Christmas without you to hold
I. I Love. I Love You.
It'll be lonely this Christmas without you to hold
I. I Love. I Love You.
Yeat your heart out
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