all the pretty girls
in all their pretty gold
dance in the light
addicted to the night
cryptic parts of speech
hanging from my tongue
asleep on the beach
i missed all the fun.
i may have his arm
but they have his eye,
and when i get it back
i realize i never lost it...
out of my head
the rest you can guess
back to bed
he says i'm the best
never seen a sun so green
a glare so bright
it's all in my head
it's not worth the fight.
silver slumbers
burn when they sit still
they'd be put in motion
if it wasn't for the rain
tantilizing numbers
it hurts to feel
i bleed emotion
bathing in pain
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