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this party is old and uninviting
participants all in black and white
you enter in full blown technicolor
nothing is the same after nonight
if the world were to fall apart
in a fiction-worthy wind
i wouldnt change a thing
now that youre here
love is a verb
here in my room
yes, love is a verb
here in my room
you enter and close the door behind you
now show me the world as seem from the starts
if only the lights would dim a little
im wary of eyes upon my scars
