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Madness waits for the lines to cross |
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And my mind forgets the answer |
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Fragments shift into the lanes |
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Chasing scars that take them over |
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Thrown around by the texture |
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Not by half and nothing whole |
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I'm allowed to see my sentiments |
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Carved into the only stones that we know |
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He shakes away the morning |
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And then he shakes away himself |
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But his suffering still remains |
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Because there was no one else |
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Once the attraction is full of doubt |
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The royal touch that will darken the pain |
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Feelings of divinity |
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Are the lies that carry the chain |
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Separate the service |
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And the promise of his past |
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Still the ornament of crime |
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Shows the color of the glass |
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Agony fluctuates on every desire |
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Truth is a powerful force |
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The tether of shivering |
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Leads the closure of the staining door |
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This reflection must be wrong |
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The figure of self demise |
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Would you gather together death |
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To spread out among my life |
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Madness surrenders |
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To the lines |
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They've crossed themselves for the last time |
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I'm shaking away nothing |
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Only the thrill of a great divide |
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The fall of desire |