That I've brought to life
loved and lost
I'd say you were my favorite
Make the big bank
before we broke the hearts and doors
and swarm away from this place
the busy bees
obsessing now
over you, me, our cities
i'd hang my head over on this one for the night
red eyed without the flight
the sun is out now
and everything has switched out
the stage is set
the scene is dying
and theres a hole
where i laid you to rest
and theres a keyhole
where i watched you undress
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