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    Envy On The Coast

    Mirrors

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Dear Miss. White
    Put down this night
    You wouldn't believe how much it snows
    In the summer heat. with red-iron feet
    You'll be nursing a bloody nose
    princess, rest
    We'll talk in our sleep
    But wouldn't dare to sit too close
    I can't be your prince
    Though your secrets are safe
    I am the mirror that can't let go
    With hair as black as night
    Her skin, a dead, pearly white
    and blood red on the bathroom wall
    With every breath and every intake
    Tip-toe further away
    Further away from this mistake
    I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint
    (It's not what you needed anyway)
    All the cold that you caught
    The bones that you bought
    The blood that you've lost
    You built your body in the coffin
    Where you sleep
    Let this apartment breathe
    Cause it's what it needs
    I'm suffocating the clock to keep you
    I think like a saint
    And sway like a thief
    And inadvertently leading you
    to belive i'm your prince
    adorn your bedroom with hits
    Take a red from your eyes
    And ink it into your skin
    Now watch what you say
    Cause there's nothing gray
    About the color of your sin
    With hair as black as night
    A skin, a dead, pearly white
    And the red on the bathroom wall(?)
    With every breath and every intake
    Tip-toe further away
    Further away from this mistake
    I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint
    (It's not what you needed anyway)
    All the cold that you caught
    The bones that you bought
    The blood that you've lost
    You bulit your body in the coffin
    Where you sleep
    (A fix. Just a little bit.
    Give the girl enough to sleep through this
    So, stop staring at the mirror before it tells you the truth. operate or it'll kill you too.)
    With every breath and every intake
    Tip-toe further away
    your bleeding, your bloodshot..tired mistake
    I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint
    (You need to see the pieces you've thrown away)
    All the cold that you caught
    The blow that you bought
    The blood that you've lost
    keep your body,
    get the hell away from me.
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