Urn With Dead Flowers In A Dra


I need your lie
darling love lies
And if you gave it to me
i'd hold it in the palm of my hand
like a good luck charm, or a vice
and i'd reach up like a child to receive it
There is no more said
there is no more real
i got sun on my back
i remember you
Take me inside
your warm love lie
And if he took me
i'd hold him up to the light
like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
and i'd open up like a child to believe it
There is no more said
there is no more real
got sun on my back
and i remember you
No
there is no more said
there's, there is no more real
i got sun on my back
and i remember you
And still you can't give your peace to me

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