Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, walking a fine line between romance and lust. Breathing me in, the s
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
walking a fine line between romance and lust.
Breathing me in, the scent left on those lips from your cigarette, filled with regret;
but although this everlasting love rises and falls, the tears can not be unwept.
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