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memoirs of a world where the elements |
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have been modified |
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i cannot lie with this paper face |
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it was built up from the inside |
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we're so conditioned to believe |
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when there's darkness at sea |
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the same words the same faces |
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but my instincts are sharp |
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like an insect's nest, |
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i stay abreast ready to swarm |
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what is your way when the fires have multiplied? |
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no one lives here |
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all that remains is the promise of a rising sun |
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and the memoirs are gone |
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when all you know has changed |
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the promise of a rising sun is all that remains |
