solo, masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic, absurdres, (yoneyama mai:1.4), wide shot, ((colorfull, multicolor)), (quasarcake:1.2), (((, detailed lighting, rendered, beatiful eyes, perfect hair, detailed face and body))), Sunday mornings were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair up like you were famous Even though it's only church where we were going Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I've buried my faith with you I'm screaming at a God, I don't know if I believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces Digging through your old birthday letters A crumpled twenty still in the box I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it Even if it's the last twenty that I've got I'm still holding (On), holding (On), holding on
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