ooooh, baby,
there are fires we can never walk through together,
and there'll never be an end we can agree on completely;
but the beginnings are just so lovely,
and i've got an itchy trigger finger
when it comes to the reset button.
and oooo, darlin',
i can't promise not to climb so high you cannot follow,
and won't beg a vow not to dig so deep i'm left behind,
we both have demons to run from
but it's nice to be the angel on the shoulder
of the angel on your shoulder.
together we will tend strange wounds
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