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_ Parting ways, it's been hell since you went M.I.A, M.I.A.

She carried entire storms behind a calm smile.

_ You're so Art Deco, out on the floor, Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.

_ And if I told you that I loved you, you'd maybe think there's something wrong.

_ I would never fall in love again until I found her.

_ And I'll meet you in the afterlife Screw the champagne, sip the poisoned wine, Send the guests home while you still got time, Run away now baby back to your corpse bride.

جهان چیزی جز تنهایی گسترده نیست. _ البر کامو

_ Warm, kissed by the sun, then cold like the wind.