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Ashton Nyte
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She's on the edge of my bed with my last cigarette And she's looking harder than the end should be
Those 'accusationary eyes' Another urge to cry out But she can't find the matches again
And when I think about the sweat Undressed to all excess I question where my mind should be
This is just not the same I've memories of flames Oh sweet memories
Of when I was with you Oh with you
The highway seems sacred at night splinters of light Directing apparitions to me
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I drive faster to escape sunlight An advent of lies on the streets to point at me
Why is it always the same I've memories of flames Sweet memories
Of when I was with you Oh with you
In all my impressions of life Post-modern sublime I lose the prescribed remedy
We seem to quickly lose sight Oh that may sound trite But I will not choose disbelief
She's on the edge of my bed with my last cigarette Oh sweet memories
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