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We fall so often. Bathed in the light we never turn off. We’ve walked so far today. I rest my head on your shoulder. So little comfort comes my way. I stare into your eyes and see the sky You’re brand-new again. I won’t leave a mark. We fall too often. I’m laced with defeat again. You talk. You ask. You tell. I’ve no reply for you. My throat has been cut So I write in blood. Until I begin to fade. I rest my head on your shoulder. To steal some comfort My warm turns to cold My world turns to black. We’ve walked so far today. Written and owned by Dan Chubaty |