(a. bell / v. clarke) See those eyes like stars Will fall from the sky. Soaring through the icy Wastelands of space. Tears on the window, Feeling the wind blow. Rushing right trough you, Knows all that you do. All is fair in true love wars. All is fair in true love wars. I guess Im into feeling Higher lately. Higher than Ive ever been This thing called love. Like an angel of the wilderness descends. The rain comes down To wash the morning so fair. Cries of hysteria, Fire coming near ya. Cheers to the madness, sorrow and sadness. All is fair in true love wars. Knowing All is fair in true love wars. Give me time to think it over, Give me room and space to breathe in. Let me while away the hours, To be sure to work it out.
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