Depression Tourist
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You dream about making love Against the wall But there's never really room to make Love at all We hold on to our dreams Our broken dreams To keep our promises At heart, we're a broken team I'm rushing with your blood To temper your obsession But in the end I'm just A tourist in your depression You dream about making war Against the world There's never really love enough
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