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The song you play pulls me into pieces
And I can not describe this feeling.
Of passion lost and love never found,
I can’t take each chord; you kill me.
Each word is a swinging mallet,
Something I’d dreamt that I’d hate to say.
Phrases climb down my tongue and reach for my palette,
It wasn’t supposed to end this way.
You kill me.
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And I can not describe this feeling.
Of passion lost and love never found,
I can’t take each chord; you kill me.
Each word is a swinging mallet,
Something I’d dreamt that I’d hate to say.
Phrases climb down my tongue and reach for my palette,
It wasn’t supposed to end this way.
You kill me.
Who will throw ( Read more... )
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