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• Artiste: A Storybook Ending
• Titre: Don't Rob Me Of This Hate
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Everytime you lay your eyes on me I might ask you to whisper softly what you meant when you said I'm not right and love is dead November rains more than this month Lasting through much longer than your touch So ask yourself why look so desperate on any given day Walk beside me through windows painted glass Don't expect me to go through this decay Make a liar out of me and work your magic I can't ask the same of you For I'll discover your insides rot as will mine doing what you do Oh these days they get so hard, so hard to follow through Any one of those days, I'll see that knife go through Everytime that I see you there I might ask you just to not stare What you meant when you said that I'm not right and love is dead