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Another victim of the rise and fall |
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Standing naked in the pastures where we graze |
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Sterile in a darkened pall |
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Picking pockets of the strangers all the way |
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Signed off with a cynical sound |
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Like a chime in a bell so far away |
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There's a light in the scyllia there |
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Just where our tarnished virtue lay |
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I tore a page from every tome upon the wall |
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Researched a photograph to find my place to fall |
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So many celebrated victories of pride |
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I watch the tide erase the lies down from inside |
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The lies down from inside |
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If i gaze long enough into the tortured sky |
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Parading arrogance in terms we can't deny |
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Or is it all in my mind |
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Mistakes arising implicitly |
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In light of factions to desperate to fold |
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And the blind lead the blind <i> |
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The lights have all gone out <i> |
