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The stars could be ending in all oblivion but if i, was in your arms your eyes would be my salvation i turn and befriend this cancerous silence in hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground the days without you are too long and the days with you are hardly long enough she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim with slit wrists in a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze if only that it would turn your head one more time she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim with slit wrists she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim with slit wrists hands met hips, heartache met lips hands met hips, heartache met lips hands met hips, heartache met lips hands met hips, heartache met lips From Letras Mania