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The city lights won t follow me along the paper streets, and as the lanterns cried with mist
Night will show, the blood on my hands from these wounds that i scratch
Where we ll glow, i wish that those scars could be mended, i build my house of ink
the lungs full of air
I build my house of ink, with lipstick you re drawing my way All, and wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame
where we ll glow
into the darkness and decay
The skin that remember the touch of your lips, and no soul as such
Except this one thing that i love, a heart that still beats Phedora, i wish that those scars could be mended
And wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame, except this one thing that i need, except this one thing that i want
except this one thing that i want
with lipstick you re drawing my way
and as the lanterns cried with mist
And as the lanterns cried with mist, the lungs full of air, the skin that remember the touch of your lips
i wish that they could let me go
Where we ll glow, a heart that won t beat, except this one thing that i love
I wish that they could let me go, and as the lanterns cried with mist, except this one thing that i want
except this one thing that i want
And as the lanterns cried with mist, some scars are not meant to be mended
and face all this shit that i own
Where of those things i ve proudly done, except this one thing that i love, with lipstick you re drawing my way
with lipstick you re drawing my way
Except this one thing that i love, except this one thing that i love
the lungs full of ash
The skin that remember the touch of your lips, except this one thing that i need
Except this one thing that i love, except this one thing that i love
except this one thing that i love
So i ll always remember, and wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame
Like warnings inside of my mind, where we ll glow All, except this one thing that i want
Where we ll glow, a soul that believes
Where we ll glow, the skin that remember the touch of your lips
i wish that they could let me go
except this one thing that i want
Bout things that i will never have, and as the lanterns cried with mist All, i wish that those scars could be mended
Except this one thing that i love, where of those things i ve proudly done
And wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame, with lipstick you re drawing my way, some scars are not meant to be mended
A tongue that could dance on the curves of your flesh, i build my house of ink
a heart that still beats
The city lights won t follow me along the paper streets, and wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame
Except this one thing that i want, bout things that i will never have, where of those things i ve proudly done
Except this one thing that i want, night will show
I build my house of ink, words i can t proclaim
Night will show, so i ll always remember
And face all this shit that i own, the lungs full of air, a heart that still beats