when the line between truths is as shallow as your breath
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when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were
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like cheap red lipstick and whore house perfume
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disregard our potential
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cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust
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every second of love
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just a few more thrusts and our love will be gone
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and i will be vindicated
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and i will be lost
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