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It seems my love's radioactive in some way
'cause every heart I've touched has faded to gray
It seems I'm poisonous to everyone I meet
'cause I always play games and deceit
So I imprison myself in my own flesh
I feel myself becoming less and less
I can't drop my knifes to the ground
As long as your memory is still around
To scream without making a sound
Is my curse to which I'm bound
It seems my fingers turn to my pen
As my thoughts go to back then
I try to find words on how to express
How beautiful you were in your purple dress
But I can't speak of my heartaches loud
If I did there'd be a spotlight and a crowd
Just to see me fall down
Just to see me fall down from my cloud
I can't drop my knifes to the ground
As long as your memory is still around
To scream without making a sound
Is my curse to which I'm bound
I crushed what used to be mine
Just when I'd made everything fine
I guess I crossed a long drawn line
When I touched what wasn't mine
I guess what we had was too divine
To let her have my upside down nine
I can't drop my knifes to the ground
As long as your memory is still around
To scream without making a sound
Is my curse to which I'm bound
It seems love's radioactive in some way
'cause it hurts me until this very day
It seems love's radioactive in some way
'cause it'll hurt me until dead I lay
- Robin Goode Englund 2011-11-20
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