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There's a fire in your eyes,

and I hope you'll let it burn.

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thirstymoon
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It’s twelve o’ clock and I need your attention
It’s like the alcohol making my head spin
Send me the one the room is a bottle
Keeping me hopeless ‘til I wake tomorrow

And if tonight ever makes a difference
The way that I feel, the way that I’ll remember it
I’ll take this down until the glass remains
Swallow the words that I was meant to say

It’s a long drive back to Vegas skies
So I don’t, I make one more wrong turn tonight so

Say goodnight, our first goodbye
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We’ll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right

All of these guards they stand tall and defensive
Putting up walls around what was once innocent
It won’t let me in but I’m stronger than that
’Cause you stole my eyes and I’ll never look back

Girl last night, I forgot to mention
The way that I feel, the way that I’ll remember this
When we’re this young we have nothing to lose
We've just the clock to beat and a hand to choose

It’s a long drive back to Vegas skies
So I don’t, I make one more wrong turn tonight so

Say goodnight our first goodbye
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We’ll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right

It’s a long way down
Just fall into place and you’ll fall into me
We’ll make it out you’ll see

So say goodnight our first goodbye
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We’ll stop the clock together

And say goodnight our first goodbye
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine
Just take your time
We’ll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right






"Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world
Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched trees

In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head

Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul line
Curled inside like textured sin
Bloody, curdled sheets for skin

In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead

Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravages hope, breeds woe
Drinks moons, devours suns
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes

In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that's left"

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