I used to think this: Not anymore.
I don't mean to close the door,
but for the record my heart is sore.
You blew through me like bullet holes.
You left me broke down begging for change.
Another western vampire,
different time same place.
Rain much deeper than a river,
Sorrow flow through me; tiny waves of shivers.
Corny movies make me reminisce.
They break me down easy on this generic love ship.
-Parts from Cocorosie.
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