This conversation is lasting to long,
is it worth all the trouble to write what is wrong.
In the warm crimson glow, in a room that I'm proned,
to frequently visit when I feel alone.
This conversation is lasting to long,
is it worth all the trouble to write what is wrong.
In the warm crimson glow, in a room that I'm proned,
to frequently visit when I feel alone.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
This one day is stirring with chatter of memorable faces,
from four million places.
They stay long too, till the street lights come on.
This one day is stirring with chatter of memorable faces,
from four million places.
They stay long too, till the street lights come on.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
They broke my speeches, saw me there (ohh) long winded.
This incision is wasting my time.
Stop taking chances and make up your mind.
This incision is wasting my time.
Stop taking chances and make up your mind.
This incision is wasting my time.
Stop taking chances and make up your mind.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
I'm empty without you, I'm wounded,
I'm bleeding myself dry
So pour your self into my throat.
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