Two hearts that shouldn't
talk to each other become close
in a town much like a prison cell
People speak our names
on the street in hushed tones
oh the stories they'd tell
if anyone would listen
You come from a town where
people don't bother saying hello
unless somebody's born or dies
And i come from a place where they
drag your hopes through the mud
because their own dreams are all dying
And when we walk down the street
the wind sings our name in rebel songs
the sounds of the night should make us anxious
but it's much to late when the fear is gone
I will meet you in the next life, i promise you ♥
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