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Staring in the face of fallacy |
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Stepping on the glass of serenity |
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Sleeping in the arms of irony... |
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I find you. |
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You taste the crime |
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And slowly remind me |
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Of times when the "light" |
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Was blinding to me |
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And the glow is getting bright... |
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But it's not light. |
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Sipping from the cup of tragedy |
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Entangled in the web of vanity |
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While spitting in the face of sanity... |
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I find you. |
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The peace in your mind |
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Is deceptive by design |
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The pride behind your eyes |
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Is blinding |
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And the glow is getting white... |
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But it's not light |
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It's the daylight breaking down |
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In your mind |
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As the darkness tells its solitary lie |
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It's not light |
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It's not light |
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It's not the light |
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That's blinding |
