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Still can't shake the Blues a bit...

Fell in love once, they say it makes me human.
But my alien heart, by you it was consumed and.
You won't give it back, you needed it to feed on it.
To achieve success and make way for newer things, you had to ruin it.

I hear a loop of something that you said once, you said we're always golden, in that moment I thought of growing old and, smoking on the sand, my head lay in your hands. Unfortunately the sample existed only as a memory, that's telling me, that there must be a reason your like my therapy, the way you shifted your weight awaiting me, you cant see, ill never be, free from the gift of the curse.

Fell in love once, I scream sobbing and puking.
You cant give it back, you still need it to feed your kid, To achieve success, and make way for newer things you had to ruin it. Fuck you, I don't blame you, your smarter than the sewer chicks, I know how voodoo full a tricks and shit. But how can't you weep at the melancholy blues of it, I guess indulgence is a twisted form abstinence, plus I lose to it, but I'm the thing she'll miss can't shake the blues a bit.

From an animalistic rocket ship, Now we lay here In the front of your car, feels so far, yet another pitch black entanglement, in that moment, I thought of dying young, young fun turned dumb, told me I'm one again, one of the good ones; friend. Unfortunately the chain was bound only to free me, the thing that's telling me that there must be a reason you brought me in to purgatory, the way you sifted through my hands, escaping me, it can't be, ill never be, complete, fill this hearse with love for me.

Only wanted to see if you wake up when I watch you sleeping, still, elegant, If our adolescent love endured; my will irrelevant, the thrill, a mirror watches you awake whilst dreaming, kill.

Fell in love once, it's not a wave or  particle
Now I have it back, I can achieve bliss, oh one last kiss, tide me through this mess 'n' shit, get the message through a bit. thank you, must save you, no longer crave you, although I struggled through the putrid grit, an untouched desert meadow; help you lay the perfect golden bricks on it. But now we guard the passionate clues of it, nothing left to miss; still can't shake the blues a bit.
Written by Dio
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