Slow motion don't say anything
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Better left unsaid, refrain as she always did
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Pretty words I read them from a book
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Expressing her fits, she's only worthy if perfect
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Nothing's what it seems
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Cavilliar and sadistically
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Smile she fronted, in the making of a fine way to an end
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She stubbornly will not give in, in, in
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She's worn thin
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Close your eyes so your ears can see
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Black hearts appear in nightmare or daydream 'cause
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When she smiles, it's just a low grade attempt
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Of hiding the truth of what's real and what's pretend
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So nothing's what it seems
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Pixilated memories
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Smile she fronted, in the making of a fine way to an end
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She stubbornly will not give in, in, in
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She's worn thin
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Help for this girl's in trouble
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Something's gone missing
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Something within me
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A love for a pasion
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Emotions crashing
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And nothing is working
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She turns for a final farewell with her chin down
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A tear rolling slowly
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She'll ask before going
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What is believing if no one can see me and nobody knows me
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nobody holds me?
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Open up your eyes for a safe land
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She's falling, she's falling, she's falling
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in, in, in, in
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She's worn thin
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In
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| Automatic Loveletter |
