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Oh, start send me grieves and before breathing (I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me) I was only one and we weren't prepared for one before dreaming (I have your voice on tape in a southern accent screaming at me) Know things look lovely to you Holding back, now and forever Sweetheart, things look lovely Hoping for midnight and I deny You were walking so peculiar like (Still so deadly) You were lost in somebody else