looking in the mirror what do you see from another era a face baby a waste maybe of a chance never had a history of romance gone bad who can be a lover how long can it last anything but hover seems like moving too fast going undercover with a person with a past seems like only yesterday you were just a child until up irreversibly all o' this sadness piled mistakes when you were fighting your way out of your bag has loneliness moonlighting made of you a hag who can be . . . you say you want to see me my number you desire you make it sound so easy like slumbering in fire I'm offering a warning where you can put your trust and thank me in the morning when ashes turn to dust who can be . . .
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