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Guess When, and Say Yes Then
These hands that hold me are only half-way open
The eyes that once watched me are now fully closed.
It's a game of smoke and fun-house mirrors,
And nobody's ever who they think they are
The draining Sun has collected my color
and it's washed me of any essence of who i could have been
There's room for two, yet we choose to ignore the rule
And we'll die alone and we'll never give it another look back.
If the summer comes and you're still this cold, then I think I'll take a fucking hike
The eyes that once watched me are now fully closed.
It's a game of smoke and fun-house mirrors,
And nobody's ever who they think they are
The draining Sun has collected my color
and it's washed me of any essence of who i could have been
There's room for two, yet we choose to ignore the rule
And we'll die alone and we'll never give it another look back.
If the summer comes and you're still this cold, then I think I'll take a fucking hike
Published 5th May 2016
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