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In a Fake Empire
We'll be waiting where everything's ending here
Friday, October 30, 2009
"I am in the twilight of my youth, not that I'm going to remember"
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"the moment came between day and night, painted soft in golden light"
"And the wine we spilled, it stained your pillows red"
"and those blue bridge lights might really burn most bright while we watch that dark lake rise"
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"I am in the twilight of my youth, not that I'm go...
"the moment came between day and night, painted so...
"And the wine we spilled, it stained your pillows ...
"and those blue bridge lights might really burn mo...