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She says I'm boring her camera |
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It takes more to delight the cadaver |
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Night eyes on icy patrols |
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Your's were not so |
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Nazi feline |
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Mine were as dead as monks and |
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Our particles are in motion |
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Night eyes producing ashes |
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We love to view unfortunate passions |
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Still she takes my photo to bed |
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No mere limp verse could incite |
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Identity destruction |
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Our particles are in motion |
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Sometimes we're not legible |
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But we're the same strange animal |
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Let them say our love is peculiar, don't care |
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There's only now, no ever after |
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We won't let it end in disaster |
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You are my twin, no, |
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I will never go there |
