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Trophy Scars Goodnight Alchemy

And I read it in a book, My biased dirty looks. Now unhand me, you crook. And I saw it in her face, She made a big mistake, That words not hers to take

you ever want to start again: He?s just a phone call away. He?s just a train stop away. He?s just a note on your grave. He?s a scar in your brain. He

here? But I can and I am and I?m so separated from my own awkward body I?m stretching out to a clear pool of water An open invitation ? to us from the oceans Alchemy

The cops in the city are making a problem, Embellishing this pulse and losing their conscience, oh oh! oh oh! Run through the fields, burn through the