6.She's A Real Battleaxe
He waits while the city is sleeping
She takes her time
He lost every ounce of patience
She takers her time
But they're catching on
They're watching us
Inside these walls
The ghosts still talk
Of death and beauty
Of times long since past
Don't forget your past
Through the window
Watching as he walks away
This time I've met my match
We're wrapped inside
Each others eyes
In this place that we call home
Let's take our time
And try to find
The things we love to fear the most
(Fear the most!)
This time you've let me go
There's nothing left for us
We'll keep our hearts to ourselves
(She fell like photographs)
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