

100It used to be that when you looked at me, I, turned to stone. The way my world slowed down, The way my heart stopped pumping blood, and only pumped you. It used to be that you would smile at me with that broken smile And laugh that broken laugh And I'd look at you with broken eyes And for a moment our pieces, fit, together100
But what have we become. Just two separated hands And what have we become Just two broken limbs
Now you smile that broken smile And laugh that broken laugh And break my breaking heart Can't you see
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Sweet Pandora.My dear friend, How my heart aches for you, My sweet Pandora, Oh how I've done you wrong. I fear I've uttered crippling words And stolen away your song Bound your respiration Locked up all alongSweet Pandora.
My dear friend, How my heart aches for you, My sweet Pandora, I'm yearning for your scent I'm reaching for your touch I'm learning what I've lent I want to feel your warmth But know my own lament, My sweet Pandora
I fear our dance too close Our bodies melded together I fear your heart too fragile, Lost meaning for forev
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