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the mortician's daughter - black veil brides
I sit here and smile dear I smile because I think of you and blush. These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch. We booked our flight those years ago, You said you loved me as you left me. Regrets still haunt your saddened head But I promised you I will see you. We booked our flight those years ago, I said I loved you and I left you. Regrets no longer in my head, I promised you and now I,m home again, again, again, again, again. I,m home again.