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[ti:Crimson] |
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[ar:Erra] |
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[al:Augment] |
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[t_time:(4:31.412)] |
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It's as if I've fallen with the fall. |
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Like leaves from trees, |
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standing short and tall. |
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My lungs are frozen |
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from the winter air. |
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A stale cold |
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and respiratory flare. |
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Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier |
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from the summer. |
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It's as if the battle happened here |
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and the bodies were buried under. |
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A tectonic drift |
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and polar shift would ensure our camouflage. |
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It would be as if we never happened, |
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and this place was a mirage. |
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We constantly collide with the troposphere. |
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We cut straight through like Roman spear. |
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Displacing oxygen |
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(like a paid assassin.) |
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Promised to forget |
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(because it never happened.) |
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It's as if I've fallen with the fall. |
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Like leaves from trees, |
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standing short and tall. |
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Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier |
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from the summer. |
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It's as if the battle happened here |
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and the bodies were buried under. |
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Stimulating |
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consequences |
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rest on my conscience. |
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This addiction to the things we do |
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is neither conventional or acknowledged. |
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An echo of existence. |
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Subsist in our commencement. |
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Limitations have escaped us, |
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contrary to accepted thesis. |
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A tectonic drift |
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and polar shift would ensure our camouflage. |
| [02:41.65] |
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It would be as if we never happened, |
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and this place was a mirage. |
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We constantly collide |
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with the troposphere. |
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We cut straight through like Roman spear. |
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(accepted thesis) |
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