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It can't pay attention |
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what slips into his system |
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a light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep |
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don't signify to the mystery disease |
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All it is is a feeling |
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pain in a dress too revealing |
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a lost bond, an old friend who likes what it sees |
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he cant shake off the mystery disease |
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Lovers in a past life |
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meet at the street close to midnight |
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the last look, sweet like the end of a dream |
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then fall back into the mystery disease |
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Go on, tell your symptoms to me |
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its not in any of the books you can read |
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it's not fun to face what you don't care to be |
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but what's one more to the mystery disease? |
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Floating impatience |
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snuffs my limited sapience |
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Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released |
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deep space sighs, the mystery disease |
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Consumed by a weakness |
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cut with perpetual unrest |
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you see stars, sunsets blurred through the screen |
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trap what you want, waste what you need |
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emperors history, fall to the knees |
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small fronds can't see the wood through the trees |
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left in the dust of the mystery disease |