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Upstairs
in our bedrooms,
we waited for the bombs to drop.
i wondered if you were sleeping.
worlds apart, i had to get to heaven to find you,
you're golden and i'm burnt.
the third floor windows were bright above the stolen trees,
the abandoned rooms,
the keyless entry.
in our bedrooms,
we waited for the war.
i wondered if you were awake.
i'll feed your head, the spells and potions,
we could stay all night and feel it happen,
we could find each other somehow,
we've come this far.
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