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Dec. 31., 2012 | 03:08 pm
Teary eyes and bloody lips
Make you look like Stevie Nicks
We never knew that being cruel was such a cool thing to do...
It is the fork in the river
It is the break down the middle of the mirror
It is the parting of the suicide doors
That we come to understand:
When we float in the water
It’s not the absence of the other
But the absence of anyone else
That will drown us in the end
Make you look like Stevie Nicks
We never knew that being cruel was such a cool thing to do...
It is the fork in the river
It is the break down the middle of the mirror
It is the parting of the suicide doors
That we come to understand:
When we float in the water
It’s not the absence of the other
But the absence of anyone else
That will drown us in the end