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The right of callous goes to malice |
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Molder in the grave |
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The scene to witness inner fitness |
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Leaves without a wave |
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To turn about inside the outer |
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Layer that we save |
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Becomes apparent when we wear it |
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Such is the beauty that you gave |
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You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes |
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The night life's latest craze |
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They twist their shouts and jump about |
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Our memory isn't fazed |
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By documentors' recent ascent |
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Into freakish phase |
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Remember that we are the purpose |
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Of the human race |
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And oh so slowly |
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Turn to show me |
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Where our points |
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Are shaved |
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To them that simply |
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See us empty |
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But for not our |
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Amber waves of sin |
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A dialogue is half created |
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Out of our own words |
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We like the texture and pretend |
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That this we haven't heard |
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Its up to here in good defense |
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Another loss is cruel |
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But some how with the help of |
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Pills, I remain a pillar calm |
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Lets guess the number of regrets |
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Our good life will acquire |
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There seems to be some small |
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Discrepancy between the truth and lie |
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But somehow we should work around the better half of dead |
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Wake up wake up my little one |
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My little sleepy head |