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sometimes all the moments that we savoured for the last get crushed between the good and bad from pressures we have had
but you know I can't conceive the day when feelings run too high to work out all the stale terrain emotions try to hide, when I try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost it all seems like bad means when lovers turn from lust then I try - try to smoke alone
these shattered ties with no compromise fall through this fragile hell the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip too exhausted to rebel
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