everything that we touch gradually turns into piles of dust





I see you standing there but you're already gone
I'm holding your hand but you're barely holding on
I'm kissing your lips but it just don't feel the same
Am I dead there now, left living with the blame
Oh I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking

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