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Game match set and synchronise |
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Then part it, this hand set in turpentine |
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Imitate and angled to |
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Suffocate this indigence |
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Inherited from mouth to mouth sore |
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Kept clean and comfortable |
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Consequence |
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Never let |
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Me fall down |
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There's every |
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Chance I won't |
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Get back up |
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Like holding a mirror to the action |
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I kill and die |
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All dos and don'ts equals are opposites |
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I smile and cry |
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Fall backwards in space and time |
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I cower in corners minding mine |
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Get where water cannot |
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If you could use the space to grow now |
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You've no gleam or shine |
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So worn the rigour of a champion |
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Now you're faded with time |
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When giving birth makes you a murderer |
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And your love a crime |
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Are we but walking contradictions |
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While ever this ring still binds |
