At the end of the world, or the last thing i see, you are. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I?...And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever ever...ever
Get the feeling that you're never. All alone and i remember now, at the top of my lungs in my arms she dies....She dies....
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me, and all the ghosts that are never, never...

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