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:: the fiction we live, pt 2. :: You might be just what I need, No I would not change a thing. Been dreaming of this, so long. But we only exist in this song. The thing ; is I'm not worth the sorrow And if you come and meet me tomorrow. I will hold you down, fold you in, Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live. I break in two over you, I break in two and if a piece of you dies - Autumn, I will bring you back to life, Of course I see you, I do. From Autumn To Ashes - The Fiction We Live.
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"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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