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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
She's moving like a forest fire Leaving no path unscathed Too young to be as jaded as I am But old enough to feel the strain I hope that I can hold on to The beauty that I'll never match That never ending open wound That started from a simple scratch I want to save us From being saved Before we get too old And waste away Like some lovers Destined to die young And so through all the loss we've seen Of friends who sit and think too much Too fragile for the cold outside Too proud to say what's on their minds This is for the broken fools Whose flames are gone before their time And if you see me trip and fall Save me from a swift decline I want to sink beneath a drunken sea Look into your eyes When you take the breath from me There's always something to live for
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