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Feathers on blacktop, Hearts in concreteFeathers on blacktop, Hearts in concrete
You've breathed into me
So many times before
You never knew I'd break
It was a cause worth breaking for
Cos my heart can't wage the battle of the mistakes that I've made Along the way of my past regrets
Nothing should be mine to regret
I feel a way is sinking into my skin to fade out all the blackness now
You'll see one day
That everything's about to change
I don't know if its for the best or worse
Just take cover and let me in
Well your love
Is the weakest point that heals all of me
If anything were to happen to you
I don't know what I'd do
Take me alive
Under your wings
My angel, you're seeping into my core
And now only I cannot breathe
When you're here with me
Your forever is all that I need
A one single crack can break all that I have
I have you
But is it finally time to notice that its all just too good for me?
Be the novacaine to my pain
When I am the thunder
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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