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You found a pulse, I was breathing |
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Metaphorically I am speaking |
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A find so enormous it eclipsed the lives |
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Of the greatest enlightenment minds |
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And you found the worst years unspoken |
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The tales of a childhood broken |
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A void or a fight |
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The twisted and bruising nights |
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Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons |
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I had a pillow to block out the screaming |
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It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land |
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I am surrounded by wolves, and I am a lamb |
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I'm nothing at all without loving |
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I need to be loved just by something |
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A rat or a dog |
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A pimp or a frog |
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Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons |
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I had a pillow to block out the screaming |
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It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land |
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I am decidedly keen, but I might need a hand |
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Moon-faced (?) platonic indeed and |
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Leafing the pages, elicit and feeding |
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Circling airports, I'm needing to land |
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You're inconsistent and wild but I'm glad you're my map |
