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The most unfortunate lie |
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Someone was here before me and they took the possibility away |
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And without any control or freedom the elements were laid down in this way |
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And so my mind is slowly devoured by the ideas to which it subscribes |
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And in the end I'm left with nothing except the memory of |
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believing my own lies |
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And where are you now, my most unfortunate lie? |
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The light shows my face in the mirror and my hand as it reaches to touch |
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The evidence of pain and delusion and a mind which was never clear enough |
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I saw the sun rise in an ancient desert where this moment was first foretold |
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And the black water was thick as blood and my hands they were full of gold |
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And where are you now, the most lethal, all consuming lie I ever told? |
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Where are you now, my unfortunate, irreversible lie? |