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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-12 | | Razorblade tongue and a grin of delight, all I was as I tried to live through each night by your side... Poisonous fangs bit through each kiss; I played my little game it was mostly hit and miss, but love just the same. I'm sorry I left and you don't understand, I've always played tight now I can't show my hand, I grew into this fight. And I'm sorry I told you that nothing was true when the colours faded in my love for you, black and white left me jaded. All that's left is goodbye and I'll miss you sometime, what else can I say? Tomorrow is (by definition) another day.
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