Holly Peters - House of Cards
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Tags: acousticpop

Your dreams are houses
Made of imaginary cards
Collapsing on themselves
Into nothing at all

We're so fragile, you and I
If I'm made of glass
Then you're made of ice

Your blinding idealism
A poison in my veins
Inject me like a drug
And pull in my reins

You tread so lightly
But still trampled me
You can't stand your ground
Without a spine

Reading things into the stars
You're greedy and feeding on daydreams
I won't wake you up
But I'm thirsty for something real

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