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They brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap your head 'round |
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The burn that earns the gleam, red crystals shine above a yacht |
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They put an axe in them, those ripe with complications |
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Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out |
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A hug I give myself, good ones can make me smile |
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Make amends to well fed men, they fatten more than feed |
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Clawed upon like guilt through time, or sleep collects to sheets |
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I built a tower, sealed the door, slept clear my memory |
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Pain stress and sorrow, from the world that blurs the me from me |
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They built advanced machines, I'm short a foot or two from proud |
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The crook that turns the key, some preschool spy they blew apart |
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That covered half the land, with spring's first white carnations |
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Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out |
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I brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap my head around |
