Not hearing from her is the loudest silence
Mauve fever soul in ultra violence
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If music is a mirror I'm exposed
The sun and Del Rey whispered my news
Tasting her sunset oh my skin turned rose
But the love she speaks is taught in runes
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Sunlight cut through all my work reports
September wind pushed me to turn a page
Blood thrilling full rhythm I lied, of course
In client emails I wrongly wrote her name
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Melting to know where our fondness could lead
Keeping how much I miss you in my bones
I know summer at some point has to leave
But I still don't want you to feel alone
. .
Soft bake a man then cook him full flambé
She danced a cooling waltz on my demons
Icarus eyes, her heart hates to stay
Has a love ever left you and gave no reason?
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Tim Worton
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