Letras:
White Octave The

I think you should know. we're uninvited. i think we should go. so don't get excited. don't get excited. but i can give them what they want. i know it

Under stars. i watch the sky. as night consumes the daylight. and i recall the sweetest dreams. but red wine helps them fade. here's to another glass

Corrected for the first time. where do you think this moves us. respect begins with knowledge but you don't want to learn. what i devise executes in

Just waiting for a day away. somehow i've fallen from your grace. pretending all things are okay. and everything you should have said. now i waste

Delayed like a caesarean baby. i'm owned till i split from this shell. reigned over like mignons and pupils. i barely breathe for myself. so where are

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Just light the match and run Run from all those times She poured gasoline By fires light, she cried She cried all night Salt from her tears Rusted shut

just light the match and run run from all those times she poured gasoline, and by fires light she cried she cried all night, until the salt from her