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Cracking As Broken Toys
Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile  The way you speak is like negating the past Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while Hurting each other became the story of our last The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost The way you speak is like negating the past We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust? The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost Standing limp on the ruin of us Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust? Still in the past memory I flew Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries
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