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*These come strait from the the CD book, so I know there right*
A bar tap divided,
with a stare at long eyes to hear ears.
Hung on,
a question that I might not work,
last call, somewhere.
Should I go home or stay here,
Hold me up dear.
(chourus)
A toast,
to the one who poured out my regrets.
A call to air I'll intake one last.
I'll follow you home.
Dont hold me up if your arms are breaking.
I can't tell you enough.
Its discourageing when you say,
please hear me out with a curse to accents.
Sentances you make,
Sentances that make me ask...
A silence recited,
as my voice just distorts in her ears.
Rung out.
Obsessinve that she might solve all her problems.
Should I hold on to my fears.
Hear me out dear.
(chourus)
A toast,
to the one who poured out my regrets.
A call to air, I'll intake one last...
*guy: ill follow you home...
*girl: I dont think thats a good idea...
I'll follow you home.
Dont hold me up, if your arms are breaking
Cant tell you enough.
Its dicourageing when you say.
Please hear me out with a curse to accents
sentances you make.
Sentances that make me ask...
*screams: Everything you ever wanted
died in the bottom of a bottle.
You will never stomach but will
never throw it up. A version of a
virgin purified by a bleeding heart.
You ruined my life. (You ruined my life)
And its never ending. (Its never ending)
This air spoiled by the times when you were here.
And I feel like trying a new design,
where your heart is put in a case.
And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls.
Hold me up dear.
Should I go home or stay here.
Hold me up dear.
Should I hold on to my fears...
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