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Do I only have conviction |
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When my opinion lives in isolation? |
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Is this portion of reality |
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A frail and tangential foundation? |
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Who mapped the course |
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To this quizzical, grotesque junction? |
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I can't romanticise these demons anymore |
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I can't serenade another empty balcony |
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I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship |
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With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul |
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The machine grinds ever on |
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With a radiance perceived by wretched eyes |
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That lead me home again when I'm blinded |
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By the truth within my lies |
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I can't romanticise these demons anymore |
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I can't serenade another empty balcony |
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I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship |
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With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul |