You were never a plague and always a pleasure, And here in my heart you stay buried treasure, A skeleton in my closet, and a walk over my grave, will either of us ever learn to behave?
Germany bound, innocence lost and innocence found.
You will be missed, and you are seeing now, just how hard you are to resist, leaving a trail of battered hearts and broken dreams, not your fault, nor your task carry their stones, let your hammer fall and go have a ball!!
We'll be here when you return, to take or to burn.
The Moth don't care if the flame burns low, 'cause Moth believes in the afterglow, and flames are never doused completely, all you really need is the love of heat, no the Moth don't care if the flame burns low.
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And here in my heart you stay buried treasure,
A skeleton in my closet,
and a walk over my grave,
will either of us ever learn to behave?
Germany bound,
innocence lost and innocence found.
You will be missed,
and you are seeing now,
just how hard you are to resist,
leaving a trail of battered hearts and broken dreams,
not your fault,
nor your task carry their stones,
let your hammer fall and go have a ball!!
We'll be here when you return, to take or to burn.
The Moth don't care if the flame burns low, 'cause Moth believes in the afterglow, and flames are never doused completely, all you really need is the love of heat, no the Moth don't care if the flame burns low.
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