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Drag the blade down through martini ramblings Measuring time in cigarettes I’m swallowing words with saccharin promises They taste ju..

they say he's only a boya little boy lostbut its so hard to seepast the fabrications of complexity i've created in his photocopy eyesjust to g..

Its 3am and your lips taste like chartreuse And cigarettes You wind me down Through your plastic gears Slip my fingers through yours And we crash..

… Friday (12:30am) The dive bar strip’s been washed up In vodka blue lights Six grams of cocain Frozen like a deer in the headlights..

We we’re different back then Significant in our insignificance In our corner street café’s Our pretentious coffee drinks and bo..

she takes me in mourning the peak of dawn crimson slithers under blinds in echos of past and future and i hear her calling her voice..

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