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All my hopes and all my dreams Everything falling in between Seems to me that the memories Mean more to you than they do to me Through the sky and into your eyes (And I see everything) Sew the lips right into your smile (Falling in between) I'm okay with faking this I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss If I'm a writer and I'm a poet (If I'm a writer and I'm a poet) I might love you but never show it (I might love you but never show it) You should forget me, This is a long tour (You should forget me, this is a long tour) And I'll be back but not in time for... (And I'll be back, but not in time for...) Forgive me If all we speak is rational thought (Every day I pray for the sadness. Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness) And I'll be listening but not for long (Every day I pray for the sadness. Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness) Words I write, cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door (Lips are cold) Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before (Truth is told) All my hopes and all of my dreams Everything falling in between Seems to me that the memories Mean more to you than they do to me Through the sky and into your eyes (And I see everything) Sew the lips right into your smile (Falling in between) I'm ok with faking this I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss Words I write, cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before Words I write, cheap and trite But they're drawn on the back of your door (Lips are cold) Surrounded by numbers that Remind of the ones before (Truth is told)
Writer(s): Brian Deneeve, Francis Robert Mark, Mike Pilato, Scott Gross, Benjamin Perri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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