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our veins collide, like drunk drivers in the nightand our sheets contain the love that still remainsand when i see your eyes they burn like forest firesand its that blinding light that keeps me form losing tactand all these melodies that i have in my head act like a medicine these fevers will not winand all these drugs i take for the plans i make, i need to clear them up, and i will, yeah i willyou say, your fed up with meand i'd like to agree, your whole just stood stillthere's empty spaces in my heart, that i've been trying to fill, oh nobut why can't you just make the best of what we haveand try not to complain, i can see your a little blindso we drink it down, this poison not so nice, but it helps us clear our heads, like water through river bends From Letras Mania