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She had a lot to give, but daily lost her way until the street signs said “Don’t stop for love, you're not one of the worthy ones”. Nobody knows her name, they recognise her face when they see her in my eyes as the light shines down, but that don’t make for shaking hands.

I don’t mind running away girl, as long as you know the way... Tokyo, New York or you Nan’s house? If honesty hurts this much… Life is not for me.

Six feet south she went, with daisies on her grave and a eulogy that read “No time for love, we lay her lonely soul to rest”. I closed my eyes to life, the mourning turned to yawning then an image stood before draws a six inch blade, and plants it firmly in her chest.

I don’t mind running away girl, only you know the way... Heaven or hell? Only time will tell, girl – if honesty hurts this much… Life is not for me.

When she walked away she left an open void. All the dreams we had washed up on a chalky shoreline. Do all things beautiful dissolve and lose their sparkle? I only fear, your love.

Written by Billy Barratt and David Vincent.

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