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A little less innocence
His morals aren't so well defined
You're here again, the rush begins
A line of joy and suicide
I can't find the words to say this
I'm running out of patience
Dearest, I'm so sorry you're disturbed
You know I'd hang on every word
With each breath you take I think I've learned
Careful, you might get burned
Tears tug at the corners of my eyes
But I won't let them go this time
You're here again, the rush begins
A line of joy and suicide
I can't find the words to say this
I'm running out of patience
Dearest, I'm so sorry you're disturbed
You know I'd hang on every word
With each breath you take I think I've learned
Careful, you might get burned
Let's go, dearest, I'm so sorry
But this is not working
Holding onto what I fight for
Bleeding for you
A face to die for, a face to die for
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