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Chordae Tendineae
Dig around in the chambers of my heart and find where my love used to be
I constantly pray its still there
But its bruised and selfish and not like it used to be
My love has turned into a feral dog
Biting at the fences holding happy people
Chained to the body of someone whos exterior has grown as cold as the ice
Floating in her rum and coke
I constantly pray its still there
But its bruised and selfish and not like it used to be
My love has turned into a feral dog
Biting at the fences holding happy people
Chained to the body of someone whos exterior has grown as cold as the ice
Floating in her rum and coke
Published 30th Apr 2016
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30th Apr 2016 8:44am
it's a lot of heartache & there's not enough rum&coke for it.
cool on the rocks...
cool on the rocks...
