And when she looks up at the stars she reflects apon the moon
anonymous
April 5 2006, 22:16:42 UTC
I'm gonna run from the voice of reason 'till it turns to laughter Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after the chronicles contain a few hidden chapters Which keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires a cold grin curtains hunger pains and eagerness in one throw you could expose up my weaknesses I'm putty in your hands kept my ways buried'in sand until you learn to look through a window no one else can
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Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after
the chronicles contain a few hidden chapters
Which keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires
a cold grin curtains hunger pains and eagerness
in one throw you could expose up my weaknesses
I'm putty in your hands kept my ways buried'in sand
until you learn to look through a window no one else can
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