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You see me hang my spirits high |
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My dirty linen's out to dry |
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I've sought not freedom nor espy |
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Placating reason in the rhyme |
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A vindication of my crime |
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To ridicule the most sublime is an art I wish to kill |
| [02:26.567] |
Now I'm crowning new dementia |
| [02:29.534] |
With the thorns of yesterday |
| [02:32.442] |
Liaising Pandora |
| [02:35.348] |
Laureate of disarray |
| [02:57.488] |
Each eye through blindness finds its sight |
| [03:10.739] |
Each peak through valleys finds its height |
| [03:22.113] |
Each wrong through nil can make a right |
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For nil will excavate that stain |
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Nor subjugate the caustic pain |
| [03:42.316] |
The linen doused within the rain again |
| [03:49.895] |
And again, and again |
| [04:51.961] |
Now I'm crowning new dementia |
| [04:54.507] |
With the thorns of yesterday |
| [04:57.305] |
Liaising Pandora |
| [05:00.868] |
Laureate of disarray |
| [05:03.821] |
And I'm breathing in absentia |
| [05:06.524] |
Through the thorns of everyday |
| [05:10.055] |
Liaising Pandora |
| [05:12.727] |
As I drink the guilt away |
