With all the grace that you possess
You're telling me your lies
A kiss, a touch, a gentle stroke, a look into my eyes
Your promises and fairytales have all turned into dust
Your star was high, your kingdom grew in vain
Now fades at last
That is the one thing I know
Stop talking
Stop talking with that voice
I can't stand it
would
turned
touch
tonite
thing
agonies
fairytales
about
gentle
effect
those
shared
embrace
stand
feels
giving
promises
grace
heaven
kingdom
telling
mysteries
perfect
voice
possess
think
stroke
believe
tears
fades
talking
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