She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
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She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
You should know my heart calls you aboard
But it knows you won’t come
Too many reasons it just doesn’t make sense
Never flashy and never free of responsibility
I can’t pretend I have time so while you lay lying I can’t believe