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Whiskey Lies

Southern eyes and whiskey lies
Stars that die in your eyes
Hold my hand break me apart
Fireflies dying in the dark

How can I remember
My hearts been lying asunder
How can I forget
All the deeds that you did
Voices call their true unrest
As memories fall
They mean less and less
How can I remember 
When my heart's been dead

Spirits scream inside my mind
Embers burn Im marred yet fine
Daggers tear the ties of pride
I lay and listen to you lie

How can I remember 
My hearts been lying asunder
How can I forget 
All the deeds that you did
Voices call their true unrest
As memories fall
They mean less and less
How can I remember 
When my hearts been dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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