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Are you coming up to see me with a loaded gun to my head?
Are you coming up to leave me alone? Alone in my head
I think of nicer ways to let me down
I could blink and you'd be gone without a sound
It's comical in places and traces of laughter remain the same
This critical devotion is slowed down and traces remain of pain
You try to answer me with silence, but violence lies in your eyes
You try to tell me what i'm feeling, you're stealing the prime of my life
I think of nicer ways to let me down
I could blink and you'd be gone without a sound
It's comical in places, and traces of laughter remain the same
This critical devotion is slowed down and traces remain of pain
No luxury, no love, no pride
Just canopies of pain inside
These enemies of love decide
From memories of pain I hide
It's comical in places and traces of laughter remain the same
This critical devotion is slowed down and traces remain of pain
It's comical in places and traces of laughter remain the same
This critical devotion is slowed down and traces remain of pain
