the earth is round, the ground is soil.
our tears are salty.
the love was built to be destroyed,
your love's insulting.
my life's a billboard on the side roads.
we dig on hurts,
and enjoy the hurting.
as you come closer to the edge,
i sense the fall.
i'll wait for you on the other page,
in another love song.
in every mirror, so if you step by looking in
i'd appear out of the fog like a lucid dream.
lucid
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