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just tonightMy heart is a dervish whirl of thought and fury. It pulses, it pumps, it feels, it thinks, it bleeds. You squeeze it, seize it, you force it to palpitate and redefine hate. You suck the life out of it, you stop it, you put me into cardiac arrest. I go willingly in your hands towards total heart failure. Because somehow, I always come back in the end. Beaten up, strangled, inebriated, infatuated with you. Logic has yet to lay siege to the heart's walls. Logic is foreign, logic is evil, logic is slow and unable to grasp reason. Not logic, reason. Everything has a reason, it isn't always logijust tonight
Shoot Shoot, Kill Kill.i've started up the clock and it's only a matter of minutes before i disappear all the sands of time can't keep me from falling apart and you slip through my arms like a cold winter rainShoot Shoot, Kill Kill.
i can't hold onto you, i can't keep you close we're drifting farther apart, i've sent out the reply code gamma gamma zeta alpha epsilon omega let's observe this world one last time as i fade away into zeroes and ones
you don't amaze me, you don't impress me i won't let you dissect me with your taxidermist stare i'll be better than everyone that came before me i won't let you pull
The Show.Sometimes when you're up there on the stage I close my eyes and pretend that you're playing just for me I know that the times are strange and seas are due for a change But imagining lets me know the depths of a simple curiosityThe Show.
Something somewhere deep inside of me knows Even if you did stand up there and play your songs just for one My heart is weary and it's riddled with pockmarked holes All your love would drain right out and we'd be right where I begun
I know that I can never really hold onto things all that long But I'm holding onto the thought of you and I, I'd travel a
Oh Sweet Jesus, Not Again.Everyone's been a stand in for you I had them sayin' the same things that you used to Doin' every little thing that we used to do But oh baby, it's your fault you weren't trueOh Sweet Jesus, Not Again.
They really can't kiss just as well But they're affectionate enough and sex sells You were my plan A, I'm just your plan number 23 And you've made all the girls my backup, my plan B all the way to Z
They don't have that little tango that your hair used to dance But that's alright, but I think they want me to switch to skinny jean pants I think I'm starting to see a pattern, everyone's just like yo
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On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
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