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Nov 20, 2005 22:42


Fell asleep with your ghost
Woke up with a headache
From the cure that’s only temporary
And in the morning, always fails me

Don’t let me fall, I’ll break
What a mess I’d make
Pathetic pierces on your floor
Will cut your feet forever more
You’re porcelain, such fragile skin
Just let me hold you I’ll be gentle,
I won’t drop you
This time I’ll be careful.

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