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Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait |
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Voices in a spiraling decay |
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Turn the ashes back into bone |
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Another ghost in vain I seek to atone |
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Living in a void, the taller grass |
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Soaring to renew until the last |
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Bending in a way, not to break |
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Even standing in a fountain of ache |
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Still, fooling with the gait |
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Still, pulling on the bait |
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Still, wanna get it straight |
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Still, moving to be still |
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Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait |
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Voices in a spiraling decay |
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Bending in a way not to break |
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Even standing in a fountain of ache |
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Moving to be still |
