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My frozen heart it wants it hurts it burns
You are the sun for which a vampire will always yearn
The memory of warmth a distant land away
A world where forever is not today
Rolling hills and countryside dreams
The simple life suburban themes
White picket fences so unreal
A glimpse of reality never to steal
Not in the bubble that would have been made
If only we hadn’t said the things we said
I scour the night you run the day
Worlds apart we shall always stay
