Paroles Third Season

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I'll have you know, it's not the passing of time that I fear most. It's the sting of hidden tears. I let my guard down once before: Drama she wrote.

Though, talk is cheap. You've gone bankrupt. I hope the lies you tell your friends do wonders for your pride, just brush me off. You are low tide... you left me wounded on the wreath, but I'll have the last laugh as your ego flight falls burning from the sky.

Stay quiet... until my lungs grow cold. I bite my tongue so hard, I'm drawing blood.

Play the role but the drama will grow old.
Pefect teeth, only take you so far.
In hardships, I'm bound to sink if I sail alone.
Just write me out.... Just write me out.

Staring at your eyes, so blue so wide. Alone in the midst of this wreckage. Staring at the sky, so blue so wide. No, I won't blink just yet.

Unaware to those who pass us over, we'll be anti-aircraft if we must. I'd rather see your body cold and stiff, than ever let you breach my trust again.
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