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What can I say? |
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What can I do? |
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Why can't I face this world? |
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In which I must endure |
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Intimate compulsion |
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"Legitimate", you say |
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But nothing ever prospers |
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If not the thought is noble |
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I'm not alone |
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But still lonely |
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What else eludes my eyes |
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Distracted fingers |
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Regarding others |
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However impressive words might be |
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Do they distract me? |
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Consider me demented?! |
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Disposess my secrets |
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In a concept hidden well |
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See my silhouettes in absence |
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Alive as body swell |
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In dissolution |
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Dissolution |
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Absorbing life from others |
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Like sucking from a straw |
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Abstracted methods fear the truth |
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Dissolving what may last |
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Melting life in naked hands |
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Eyes now open |
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Rebellious hearts delivered |
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As a gift of a good friend |
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In dissolution |
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Dissolution |
