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The stars are fading,
like me when i saw your coffin smashed by the tears of my shoe
it's gazing at me but i don't feel sad,
i'm angry because you left,
i wasn't thinking back then.
Burning skin on the curling iron.
The clock it's waiting, it's hanging on the wall,
screaming patience form of silence that it's what i want,
that it's what i want.
Burning skin on the curling iron.
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