Wednesday 9 December 2009 photo 2/2
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Wednesday 9 December 2009 photo 2/2
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The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful
stop me and steal me breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
dress it up with the trappings of love
i'll be captivated, i'll hang from your lips
instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
i'll be love suicide
I'll be better when i'm older
i'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
as we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
my love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together
dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, i'll hang from your lips
instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
i'll be love suicide
I'll be better when i'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned out, fought my way back from the dead
turned in, turned out rememberd the things that you said
I'll be you crying shoulder
i'll be love suicide
I'll be better when i'm older
i'll be the greatest fan of your life
I'll be your crying shoulder
i'll be love suicide
I'll be better when i'm older
i'll be the greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life