I learned the truth at seventeen
Love was meant for beauty
Check your weapons at the door
You don't live here anyore
For
Frightened of the shadow on the wall
I think it looks
There is nothing that I can do
All the words
Wrapped inside a twisted world
I can't decide what is even
If you could see me now
I wonder what you'd say
Would
March around
Jericho loved the music and fell
Into your arms breathless
Heard
Captured in a photograph
In black and white
Her hair brushes her
Poor boy
No one on his arm
He's got, tongue for talent
Got,
The trouble with me is I keep believing in the
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