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Brian
Guest
1) And if you want me to hold you, I won't, We're all as travelled, Its taking you home
2) Better than who we are with mania or standing for or dead against, Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge
3) Haze clouds these translucent eyes, Sweat creeps down callused hands, The lies outside, I cannot feel
4) His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up, But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up.
5) No thought was put into this , I always knew to come like this
2) Better than who we are with mania or standing for or dead against, Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge
3) Haze clouds these translucent eyes, Sweat creeps down callused hands, The lies outside, I cannot feel
4) His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up, But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up.
5) No thought was put into this , I always knew to come like this