Put the photos with happy faces you once had in the dusty box under your bed Don't play this stupid scissors game and cut sweet history into pieces Eyes that made you make that silly face they will fade they will lose the spark And the new shiny stars will take their place and be the Paris to your dark I put the photos with happy faces we once had in the dusty box under my bed I'm not playing stupid scissor games I won't cut sweet history into pieces Eyes that made me make that silly face oh, they will fade they will lose their spark And the new shiny stars will take their place and be the Paris to my dark You were afraid of falling but now it seems you had a pillow on the ground The hate is lost somewhere in the middle and you're no more feeling like a raging hound
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