Lewis Marrow Biography

So lost in the sound of her voice I don’t hear the words

she scatters black and white on the table in picture and verse
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Not every one gets cut by the rose
But we all bleed the same
I walk the side of the road
She walks the edge of the day
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As the morning breaks im black and blue from the punches threw

in better days i take no time to waste no time
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Its quiet here, there is no one around

Thinks himself into a hole
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whilst you sleep i slowly remove my arms

once so tightly wrapped around your waist
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