The Unfairness Of Angels

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We all know how stories end, but where do they begin?

Well this one starts with fingerprints upon your skin



If heaven was a place within your sin

Then I don't regret my fingertips upon your skin



They said I was a gambler who never chased a win

Because I'd already won with my fingerprints upon your skin



But then the blows came, blow after blow on my chin

Pulling away until only my fingerprints were upon your skin



I looked for answers within the drops left in my gin

Thinking of my fingerprints upon your skin



And as my heart was starved, my love became so thin

Until only fingerprints were left upon your skin



Then it all came crashing down, like the wall in Berlin

Sweeping away those fingerprints upon your skin



So the start of this story is the endings evil twin

Only separated by fingerprints upon your skin



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