winter memories collide..its hard enough being a hand puppet in a freak show everyone your mistakes and problems without answers don't stay problems for long hours of fighting won't solve anythingwinter memories collide..
stop pretending your care about me and my feelings won't die away, even after years go by without a call or letter in my mailboxes and baseball bats are my therapy
it just so happens I used to remember that night when it snow covers the streets making them deadly sharp stares from passing patrons and there children shouldn't see the rest
music from broken headphone sets kept us &nbs
i love your work!!
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Mary dances for the angels
She's a puppet turned to queen
She's the harlot of the holy
Only angels hear her sing
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Ignorance is Bliss
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There are different kinds of love. Therefore, you cannot say I love you more or less than anyone else.
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