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I keep crying myself lonely nights.
My thoughts run with you
My head is banging and my heart is....
Crushed by the thoughts of another
I'm stuck in my own frame of mind
Lips of liars and eyes of lovers
Your sorry but you don't care to know
Trust, lust and lipstick lies.
Because from glance you looked like the one
But the gust blew the truth away.
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Unmarked grave in a empty lot
The owner to wrapped in his own time to notice
A smattering of truth amongst the broken glass of deceit
A wandering soul, lost after a broken heart
But hope lies beyond the smoldering ash
A new hope, a new start and fresh start.
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I'm stuck on one line
My mind is empty and nothing will stick
Crash, crushed and lies
Many more of my tales
I'm sick of writing the same thing
But an art so perfected there is no hope for change.
A whore stuck in her old ways.
My thoughts run with you
My head is banging and my heart is....
Crushed by the thoughts of another
I'm stuck in my own frame of mind
Lips of liars and eyes of lovers
Your sorry but you don't care to know
Trust, lust and lipstick lies.
Because from glance you looked like the one
But the gust blew the truth away.
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Unmarked grave in a empty lot
The owner to wrapped in his own time to notice
A smattering of truth amongst the broken glass of deceit
A wandering soul, lost after a broken heart
But hope lies beyond the smoldering ash
A new hope, a new start and fresh start.
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I'm stuck on one line
My mind is empty and nothing will stick
Crash, crushed and lies
Many more of my tales
I'm sick of writing the same thing
But an art so perfected there is no hope for change.
A whore stuck in her old ways.
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