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Put your coat on, this city trembles. |
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Keep your chin up, as you untangle God |
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From cold blood and bruises. |
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We are X-rays of something broken. |
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Cursive bloodlines write every forecast: |
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An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender. |
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When our color dies, |
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We will bury the ashes of time, |
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And we will earn new eyes. |
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Wrists get tired rewriting futures. |
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Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit. |
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We are creatures of habit. |
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Only with careful hands |
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We'll turn their fangs into feathers and cures. |
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Only with careful hands |
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We'll divide the prisoner from the pioneer. |
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Clever beauty, |
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Umbrellas folding. |
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In architecture, our lines will measure a map to find us |
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Blue ink will guide us home. |
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Cranes are creeping, lifting metal, |
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We will find new ways to settle, |
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Tipping scales from the killer to its prey. |
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I can feel the weight around us, |
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Climbing every rib inside us, |
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A sanctuary in a lion's mouth |
