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I'm standing to close to a milestone The brilliance is burning my eyes I try to write down how the story goes But the prose just gets lost in the lines Is she needing someone to speak honestly To tell her the truth and bleed her accordingly Have I been running to long And is it wrong to be Consumed in the world of a Rochester girl Her shoes will grow worn with time I can't explain how it ends up the same I better not say I better not expiate I'm standing too close to her picture frame The colors they bleed And I will incorporate Seven heavens all in a row And the prospect of loving again She's getting verbose like a woodwind song She's blowing a tune That I can't prolong Sucking the rim of an alcohol bottle I could be coming up roses Letras de cancionesBut she's holding the hand of a shell of a man Whom my envy has bettered this time And I can't explain how it ends up the same I'd better not stay But I can't stop spinning now I can't stop spinning now I can't stop spinning now I can't stop spinning now I'm standing to close to a milestone The brilliance is burning my eyes I try to write down how the story ends But I forgot From Letras Mania