These words scare you to death
And painted red were my amends
And there's no ghost in sight
On Navarin street tonight
So in the night was a neon love
That shun down the bedside
In the ninth in a heated fight
Came a sign that it was time
Time to lay it down
Into the grown the past that bounds
Bound unto the wrist
So not to risk missing misery's kiss
So in the night was a neon love
That shun down the bedside
In the ninth in a heated fight
Came a sign that it was time
It was time, it was time
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