No rose without athorn
A bittersweet design
Hanging on an empty suitcase lie
And the war is in your eyes
Somebody will miss you
Know that I will say I need you to
Help me help you
So I can learn to face the truth
Somebody will miss you
It’s not that we don’t have
Seven years upon our hands
And I bleed just to nurse you
You gotta lay it down
Oh lay it down
Just
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