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We are the start of bleeding |
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Fascination |
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Slowly envelop what we |
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Thrive |
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Lacerate, fill your lungs with |
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Passion |
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Intentions last play at crime |
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Enter my dreams |
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No pictures or inquries |
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They enter to feast on the |
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Fearsome |
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The devil's kind is right |
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Enter my dreams |
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No pictures or inquries |
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My thoughts are |
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Not a straight line |
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They fluctuate like |
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Waves or wine |
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I will not falter |
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I will unbind |
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If you feel satisfied |
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Then exit now |
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'Cause in this nature |
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Hunger will thrive |
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Here it's the last |
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one, so say goodbye |
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Feel the songs serenade |
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Spun in its twine |
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I will not falter |
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I will unbind |
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Song's serenade |
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Spun in its twine |
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Enter my dreams |
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No pictures or inquries |
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My thoughts are not a |
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Straight line - They |
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Fluctuate to a |
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Rhyme. |
