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Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
She paints the dreams that make you cry,
And goes beyond the question why.
A vacant stare, are you really there?
Perfection hangs on everything.
You’ve never seen her as she is.
An artist flair, felt in the air.
She’s timeless,
She’s an art.
Hard wired,
To break your heart.
She’ll tear you apart,
With state of the art,
Desire.
She speaks with words that seem to sing,
With pure emotion echoing.
You hold your breath, you should have guessed.
The rumours say she is divine.
Beyond her peers, yet of her time.
And now you know, she won’t let go (let go, let, let, let go)
She’s timeless,
She’s an art.
Hard wired,
To break your heart.
She’s timeless,
She’s an art.
Hard wired,
To break your heart.
She’ll tear you apart,
With state of the art,
Desire.
And up next we have a beautiful piece of work, notice the accents of gold across the porcelain veneer. A true beauty, and a rare one at that. An embodiment of classic elegance and immortalised refinement. This fine specimen is one of a kind, a unique asset to any gentleman’s collection.
Modern art.
Romantic art.
Gothic art.
She’s an art.
Classic art.
Abstract art.
Classic art.
Modern art.
Avant garde.
She’s an art.
She’s an art.
Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
Right start, break your heart.
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The dust hangs heavy on a stained glass night.
A static TV is our only light,
And for a moment I see something more.
The moment was gone, like everything I'd seen before.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear' (and I know that you're all alone).
I see a stranger in a monochrome suit.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear' (and I know that you're all alone).
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear' (I live life like a ghost).
I see a stranger in a monochrome suit.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear' (and I know that you're all alone).
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear' (and I know that you're all alone).
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
And I don't know who you are, but I hear you in the walls.
You're calling 'to the last, my dear'.
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