...And he finds himself waking up in a different bed
With a crook in his neck
And sleep in his eyes,
He turns to sigh.
He's running too fast
To know how far
He slid away.
It's one step over the ledge,
You're fading fast into dead ends
And tell me why you stand with
Lip stick stains and cold hands

Her open wound,
Their bodies lie all alone tonight
The sharp knife
It cuts through...
Deep through her skin.
She's running too fast
To know how far
She slid away.
It's one step over the ledge,
You're fading fast into dead ends
And tell me why you stand
With lipstick stains and cold hands
 
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