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it's an inch of my skinto your skin, a beat of my heartto your name, and i wonderhow closely i could have fallenfor you when you are not of the world,..
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never again, will you see me,cry for you and what we could have been,that doesn't mean i don't cry anymore,it only means i'm over you over me,all alon..
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beautiful, you are,because you know and act,as if you don't know,you are beautiful i could look at you,for the rest of my life,fall in and out of love..
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thirteen years is a long time,from now, was a short time,after waiting for you,on the other side of heaven,a little better than Eden,with brownstones ..
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for you are him, who sleepswith newspaper prints on the walls,about Kennedy in 1963, with ghosts beside you, they are all goneyou have to let go nowof..
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what love does to us,by default is no one's fault,for love suffers as much as it lovesfrom your head to your heart,into the deep of the universethat a..
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it's not about the fog,the rain, or the coldthat gets into your bones,or the fact that no onecares where you are now,not entirely true, but realpeople..
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i took the title from charles bukowski
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for my friend, curt, who is a romantic at heart
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the song about the wallflowerwho wouldn't die from the coldoutside the window sill,just beyond the warmthof the room across your eyes,before you blink..
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