Our figures are the same
stretched thin and pale
and I know my skin will willt
so I touch yours like braille
I can always find my way out,
you whisper in a playful vow
I don't know
I dont know if you'll remember me
The lies you told
the lies that you told me were memories
I don't know
I dont know if you'll remember me
The lies you told
the lies that you told me were memories
Our wrinkles are the same
I've scoued so closely
Ive seen the thought light up your face
but the words have stone feet
Can you find your way out
when walls have passed to dust and clouds
and a monsoon's rising?
I don't know
I dont know if you'll remember me
The lies you told
the lies that you told me were memories
I don't know
I dont know if you'll remember me
The lies you told
the lies that you told me were memories
Death's little whistle's tone-
Death's little whist's tonedeaf
Death's little whistle's tone-
Death's little whistle's tonedeaf

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