I have something to say
If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest
Get it off right away
Cause if you don't then it won't be in peace that you rest
It's just a matter of time
That we all go away to a better place I'm told
It all sounds well and fine
But without you around I feel nothing but cold
And I now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
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Finding oneself in such murderous shame
Playing roulette with a flower.
Misled devotion
Into seclusion.
Playing roulette with a flower.
Misled devotion
Into seclusion.