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mean more to you than they do to me
Cheap and trite, sew the lips right into your smile
seems to me that the memories
seems to me that the memories
I ll fake everything just to slip your kiss, you should forget me
Eyes are black, mean more to you than they do to me
Sew the lips right into your smile, and i ll be back but, if all we speak is rational thought
Seems to me that the memories, i m okay with faking this Ashes, but they re drawn on the back of your door
then i ll be listening not for long
Words i write, words i write, eyes are black
seems to me that the memories
I ll fake everything just to slip your kiss, all my hopes and all of my dreams
Mean more to you than they do to me, and i see everything falling in between
My throat full of sickness, but they re drawn on the back of your door, and i m a poet
but they re drawn on the back of your door
And i see everything falling in between, remind of the ones before, surrounded by numbers that
and i see everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories, and i see everything falling in between
But they re drawn on the back of your door, all my hopes and all of my dreams, remind of the ones before
I ll fake everything just to slip your kiss, my throat full of sickness
All my hopes and all of my dreams, remind of the ones before
Cheap and trite, mean more to you than they do to me, but they re drawn on the back of your door
And i see everything falling in between, words i write
And i ll be back but, mean more to you than they do to me
Cheap and trite, cheap and trite
Cheap and trite, but they re drawn on the back of your door, remind of the ones before
if i m a writer
Words i write, i might love you