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Nothing makes my heart so wild as being |
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In possession of a potent night |
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Racing down the stairs in a nude descension |
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Shedding and discarding my hide |
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But the bold strokes crack so quickly |
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And it's often that I wonder why |
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Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender |
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Hanging to my bones as they dry |
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How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry |
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When I see in mostly black and white? |
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There's a sinful sort of side of being |
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So contained, a bit like being lost |
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Stumbling through the background like a small town loner |
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Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands |
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Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said |
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How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel |
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When there is no hair on my head? |
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Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led? |
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Tell me, where then do I go instead? |
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When atonement comes in distant waves |
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I might wait until the next to break |
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Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter |
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Staring through the back of my face |
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Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now; |
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Spending all my dollars to remain a member |
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Nothing in my eyes but a scowl |
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Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow? |
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Have I already forgotten how? |
