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Brilliant, a word describing something dumb |
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You create to desecrate the villain |
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I've become |
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A prophet, not to be made but heard |
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Speaks in tongues and sarcasm |
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To me it's plain, to you absurd |
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You don't know me let alone my intent |
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Actions do not always self represent |
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I don't feel urgency in explaining |
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My conscience opaquely clear |
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The seed is gently sown back to |
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Mother Earth |
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The flower blooms resplendent fumes |
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A miracle rebirth |
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The cynic in a search of something more |
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The fragrant air cannot compare |
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To what it was the great before |
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Remember the good old days |
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Remember the sound |
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Remember the sweet mustiness underground |
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No, I don't feel the need for reliving |
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Some things are better off dead |
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Never thought the furnace |
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Was going to burn us |
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We worked the bellows for so long |
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The comfort of the fire apathized us |
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Looks like we burned ourselves alive |
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Remember the old band we filled ears with pain |
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Nothing to lose, there was nothing to gain |
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No, I don't miss my span of attention |
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I do miss my old friend |
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Tim |
