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It's a love story which is close to it's end, but one of them is just trying to save it. |
| Here we go, back to the same road.. Finding silence in the row and then we roar Spitting venom, that's all in the store The storm is tight but thousand miles away is the door Searching the lights is making me stoop low I''m sick of these fights, walk away, f**k No!! Our love is like a desert with an eskimo Open the window, and feel the glow This physcho, is still in your dreams.. when you reminisce, he overlaps your spleen you're still his princess, so let's redeem, the love and quit this evil scheme he's the sun, with the radioactive beams you're the plectrum, while the guitar is unseen his mic spits pun, with esteem together you are a team save the saga, before morphine turns into vivarine The truth is you love him, and he loves you.. get outa the vindictiveness, and break the curfew his chords are blessed, and you're the breakthrough let the ego distress, saints are there to pursue the musical love story continues..pretend the 'fullstop' was a voodoo.. |