Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip.
Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not. 
I hear that dark masked voice that I thought I only dreamt about.
It tells all of my fears to everyone else, and conveys it's wants to me, please get it out. 
Explanations turn to expectations turn to explorations. 
The stars scream out, and spew our names,
told through the skies and hellacious waves...
Copied and calculated we waited forever and now I remember,
how cumulus clouds turned our world upside down. if (window.initAds) { initAds(0); initAds(1); }; if (window.initAds) { initAds(0); initAds(1); };  A famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language,
of all the endless combinations of words in all of history,
that ‘cellar door’ is the most beautiful. 
This won't take long your reign is done.
We are the innocent ones.
You can't take back the damage done
This is the last time you will shine. if (window.initAds) { initAds(0); initAds(1); };  Infinite silence
flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, this is wrong
And I cannot sleep without the radio on 
The things we do just to stay alive
The things we do just to stay alive
The things we do just to stay alive
The things we do just to keep ourselves alive. 
it's been some change
but we're still outsiders
if every body's here
then hell knows we ride alone. 
This is a city for not sleeping,
and the clocks are set by feel.
At this moment from where I sit,
none of it seems real. 
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