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I do not cry, I do not cry |
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I'm in a world where no one survives |
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a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files |
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embracing the rats, deleting the pain |
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painless like this place ever has been |
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I do not cry, I do not cry |
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You turn the sun into something I hate |
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you prace my conscience that I never had |
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you count the Books that bear inner strife |
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sleeping with someone who sleeps with a knife |
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I do not cry, I do not cry |
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So will you hold me like I have been |
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watching holes into skies |
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you hold me like I have been |
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starring holes into skies |
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I'm in a world where no one survives |
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a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files |
|
embracing the rats, deleting the pain |
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painless like this place ever has been |
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I do not cry, I do not cry |
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So will you hold me like I have been |
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watching holes into skies |
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you hold me like I have been |
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starring holes into skies |
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I'm in a turn to something that's cold |
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I praise the members of skies and of holes |
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I gain the price for best swimming in pain |
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I count the stars again and again |
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So will you hold me like I have been |
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watching holes into skies |
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you hold me like I have been |
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starring holes into skies |
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I'm in a turn to something that's cold |
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I praise the members of skies and of holes |
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I gain the price for best swimming in pain |
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I count the stars again and again |
