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Think of car crash hearts,Of a place far away
Dream of falling apart,And that you wont wake up today

Think of blinding lights,And pellets for your gun
Beg for another life,Even when your one hasnt began

Its cold out here,but I dont want to go inside
Shes screamed at me once too many times
NoOne does it quite like me
I close my eyes you cant imagine what I see
Its cold out in this hall
And she is warm inside

Think of your favourite dreams,Maybe they'll come through
Think of your favourite things,I'll garentee they wont come to you
Last edited by i_got_novacain at Mar 23, 2007,