You couldn't hold your mouth to stop the sound, with all these riches on the tip of your tongue, and I was trying to dampen it all out. You were talking louder than I should hear, producing nothing but all these mirrors, and I was trying to play it all down. With eyes of blood, these kisses won't rust. Where the baptized drowned, we used to breathe. Underneath the red, come running back to me. come running Sad song, so wrong, your body shakes for so long, towing me down. Let's just stay late, a safe bet for a second place. This time, my time, we have, we'll last. With eyes of blood, these kisses won't rust. Where the baptized drowned, we used to breathe. Underneath the red, come running back to me. come running That evil, a brutal sickness brings, at times you can't let go it chases you from everything. To settle for almost anything, it's times like these when you should only choose just not to speak. Underneath the red come running back to me come running! And the clouds don't break when the sun is not empty. Destroy the map!

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December 2009