Friday 6 March 2009 photo 3/5
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We walk through the doorway, Heard you crawling through the hallTo find you in the bedroom Not breathing at allI drug your body to the cellar where we lay, The wax it melts away, I kiss your faceNow we are starting to love you more, Your body's on the canvas, That I painted on the floorNow you wait, like the drug, Like the change in the pain it goes on for so longAnd oh, now it hurts in the worst way, Now that you're gone, It's so wrong, it's so wrongIf I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place, Scatter you in art forms, Admire the horror, Beauty in different ways Your hands on picture frames, Your eyes in the glass Wear your face as a maskNow they are starting to love you more, A gallery of your beauty No charge at the doorAs you wait, like the drug, Like the change in the pain it goes on for so longAnd oh, now it hurts in the worst way Now that your goneIt's so wrong, it's so wrongAnd down below Your veins run dry; Your vacant eyesI lost control Your face is pale; Your body's coldAnd down below Your veins run dry; Your vacant eyesI lost controlYour face is pale; Your body's coldFace is pale your body's coldWait, like the drug, Like the change in the pain it goes on for so longAnd oh, now it hurts in the worst wayNow that your gone, It's so wrong, it's so wrongIt's so wrong...
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