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8 in the morning, put my sneakers onI head through the doorI don't care about the way they lookAt me anymoreThe wind is blowing through the treesWhisp..
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I want you to break me,To rip open my spirit,Stick dynamite inside,Sew me up and light the fuse.I want you to kill me,To look into my eyesWith your ha..
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Is it personal?Love does not have to be personalMaybe, I think, unsure of my footing,It is because you drink me likeRainIs taken inBy flowersOr becaus..
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Roses at the windowsillRaindrops now dew on the leaves on the forest floorYou said you wanted to take in my essenceAnd make it your ownIn a special wa..
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Unshapen formulas,Thought forms, dialectic tones,Flowing through a mind yet unfulfilled,What is the use of a cup half empty,That is not the purpose of..
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As I standUnder the streetlights,And look up at the blood moon,I wonder if you're looking up at the same stars...But I knowThat you're probably lookin..
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Rays of sunUsed to wake me upEvery morningIt was really kind ofAnnoyingTheir light wouldBurn my eyes,Show me the dust in the air...But,When it was col..
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As I reach the last stop
I look around
The last drop of emotion now hitting the ground
What I've found, I couldn't have touched without you
You
T..
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Talking about materialism, connection, and health on multiple levels.
Stuff no-one wants to hear.
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Un i _ Ver seI want to make love to youUntil we collapseIn each other's arms,Eyes never unlocking,Lips never parting,Until we slip into..
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