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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