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I can be persuaded by running girls, with their palms to the ground
And their arms by their sides,
I can drink till the vampires hit the streets, with their cunning ways
And their convincing lies
You hear every tale I can weave, but y’know I’m just one of them
When you look into my eyes
Broken is the sound of music, those songs you
Ordered me to love
Your theories on life,
so great in spirit,
And that smile...

I want no more pain for my Eleanor
Kiss; kiss me again, to make sure
That you don’t want to kiss anymore

Nicotine fog in a ghastly gathering, I cling onto
The hope that you appear
Your hands are never free, when they should
Beckon me
I’ll take a glance as a chance that you surrender
Broken is the sound of music, those songs you
Ordered me to love
Your theories on life,
So great in spirit
And that smile...