Maybe this life is overrated, but I won't let the world burn around me..
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What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world had folded,
Like fingers holding onto what escapes me;
What he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
Calm before the storm set it off,
And the sun burnt out tonight.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world had folded,
Like fingers holding onto what escapes me;
What he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
Calm before the storm set it off,
And the sun burnt out tonight.
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