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I won’t comment on your words or the silence in your curse,I won’t count the times we tried for a stranger life,I won’t criticise your thoughts or your appetite for war,I won’t calculate your chance of a fine romance,But I do know that sometimes we just spiral through life and I’m staggered by the pace as you turn my wayAnd we move like actors on a burning mattressAnd we're bold like tattoos in the crowded avenues,And I’m falling, falling like a song she's callingAnd I’m falling, falling like a songI won't entertain your claims, your belligerent exchange,I'm not shattered by yours charms my blue-veined one,I don't need to be the last of the horrors of your past,I've not sympathy for love, it's a weapon that you have From Letras Mania