Someone passes me by I say good morning you say hello and other bulls***
we used to go. Things go fine and things stay smooth for whatever
it was twas all a ruse. Forget the past for December was never so cold forget the
present as spite passes by untold. You're fine as hell with a bitter taste
Somebody to love. A person to hate. You are the hay in a needle stack. You are
happiness inside deaths grip. A person I know and a person I knew
Pretty as a flower watered with blood from which a thousand veins were cut.
we go on like this as night becomes day cause for me you are
BRIGHT ARE THE SKIES ARE GRAY
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