and everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss
and we painted crooked lies
but we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined
we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief we know before but it's never quite like this.
never quite like this.
all I know now is regret:
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like always.
i'll just walk in ditches next to you.
you won't even notice.
:)
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