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For your eyes only
I know somewhere
We'll find a little place for you and me
It all turned out a different way
Can't feel the pulse in our veins
So weak today
We'll let our heart beat guide us though the dark
Just trust me

We have to go a thousand oceans wide
One thousand dark years when time has died
A thousand stars are passing by
We have to go a thousand oceans wide
A thousand times against an endless tide
We'll be free to live our life



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Vultures are waiting for what's left of us... Taking the last of you... and the last of me... It's killing me.



Die geier kreisen,
über unserm Revier.
Töten das letzte von Dir,
und das letzte in mir.
Es bringt mich um...

Totgeliebt
Tokio Hotel








What are you doing? I am worried for you, even though we aren't close friends. I know nothing of your situation but I wish you would share your problems with me because I am concerned about your welfare. If you need anyone to talk to, you know I'm always around... As always, my ears are open and my shoulder is here; you can trust that I'll be there for you.

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12.23am

stop continuing on in your false hopes because it's only bringing you grief behind that masquerade of joy. stop being so naive and wake up to your senses, you know it'll never ever happen since the day you let go. stop behaving like a fool and know your boundaries, girl. all this stupidity will give you nothing but heartache and get you nowhere but back to the days of nothingness. stop being a moron, girl... it's over now. you'll never get back the dream you never had. even if it kills you.

i wish you will be happier with her. i know my mistake and you dont have to do anything to make me feel like its not my fault. four months eighteen days is still nothing compared to the excruciating pain of seven months... be happy.

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