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When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath, and when we sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were, what we once were: cheap red lipstick, whorehouse perfume disregard our potential cause honey we've vanquished all those fears, replaced them with lust oh just a few more minutes, a few more seconds and our love will be gone honey, it'll be gone and I will be vindicated, and I will be lost. |