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Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
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As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever

Chose qui ne m'aidera pas N°1.

Mes textes sont déposés ici,du moins presque tous.

J'ai peur de pleurer.De rire.De sourire.J'ai peur d'aimer.De haïr &de posséder.
J'ai peur de ne plus savoir.De ne pas savoir.J'ai peur d'avoir peur.De crier &de ne plus pouvoir.
J'ai peur de toi.De tout.J'ai peur de moi.De vous avant tout.

Je crois que j'ai surtout peur de la vie car je ne la comprend pas.
Ces sentiments qui partent dans tous les sens.
Ces gens qu'on croise et qu'on perd,
Qu'on ne comprend pas plus que le reste...

Leucoséphobie. Nom féminin. Crainte exagérée de la page blanche.

Merci d'être passé.A bientôt...Peut-être.

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