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Mew-White lips kissed

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all sides
Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling
White lips kissed

Our love is a fickle love,
keeps itself locked in a suitcase
To be ready to go always

I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall

Things that are supposed to mean lots, leave you cold
And with a malady of the soul

Our love is a tricky love,
bet you know this, bet you noticed
Bet you know, which is why

I should know better than anyone ever could
Soon as I let go, everything falls apart

I won't cry when the silver lining shows,
but you're right, you understand, you ride with both hands
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won't be far to fall, you mustn't climb tall

Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all sides
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand,
It's a shame and as you know the stain will not go