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Freeze frame aperture |
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Tells me of my singular |
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Virus to the world |
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We came for you and you alone |
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Projects seize to fear |
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Stories of faith melt with the day |
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Choke |
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I'll imagine toxic shock |
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Therapy in my better dreams |
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But this place |
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Grows weary of the looks of me |
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A beautiful encounter |
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With the lotus tree |
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I can feel my thoughts |
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Wretched from me |
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Hung to bleed from |
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The new world marquee |
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A thrifty gamble |
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I'll take advantage from here |
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Let the fools think |
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I hold nothing dear |
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I've only got this |
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My last relation to |
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This fucking rock |
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This lucid sphere |
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A weakness has held |
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Onto the last fabric |
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I tear at it madly in fit of |
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Fury forced earthward |
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A battle of closely held secrets |
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For a weakness opposed |
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Holds one to a blistered degree |
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I've been predisposed |
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Only in the bloodline |
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Is this terror exposed |
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A knife to the eye |
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Of modern day times |
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Exactly what you've worked for |
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A price for the pride |
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I can feel the distance coming |
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The holes in my lungs |
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Won't let me take this anymore |
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Only in the bloodline |
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Is this terror exposed |
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A knife to the eye |
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Of modern day times |
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Exactly what you've worked for |
