Puffy red lips dream of kissing you
Good night
No sign of you
I tell myself in neon intentions nothing's left , as you sink my ship , nuclear she says , something you only see in those books you find in vintage thrift stores -
And the gentleman come and go as fast as they say hello , they've got no chances
She watches the horizon and she knows he's not coming back -
Tell me , what to do with a love like that ?
The quiet is noise these days , I'm so lost
I here the music but it's not the same
You see - it's not the same
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