If we live this way it will all fall down,
Only fire can go replace his crown.

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You said love was painted gold,
But like all things growing old.

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I have to leave somehow,
But I’ll never leave this town.

A thousand times no more camouflage,
I want to be exposed and not be afraid to fall.

Pictures from the past right here back in front you,
The shapes are the same but the colours are a different hue.

(Source: iwdrm)

We both know we could be someone better,
Not with our heads like London weather.

(Source: sylviagetyourheadouttheoven)

Said love was painted gold, like all things growing old,
The paint peels and slowly falls, you already know.

(Source: highlowlights)