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lady luck crossed her legs and crossed her eyes and she bared a barbed wire tongue |
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when she said it wasn't fate tat brought us here? |
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she said it's fate that makes us run |
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to a quiet light sky breathing |
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pushing weight of night skies teasing |
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we came here hungry and dry |
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we came here to live and to die |
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the quiet light sky is leaving |
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weeping |
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repeating |
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believing |
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deceiving |
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dripping with tar |
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blotting out the sun |
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dropping the stars |
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telling us were the ones |
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coming to something new |
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foreign dimensions |
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were I will see you again |
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and we will be new again |
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yes I will see you again and we will be new again |
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tomorrow will show its face |
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tomorrow will shed its grace |
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but now were leaving |
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so far away |
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silent fragments of conversations with you in my head |
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while I lay in my dirty bed |
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this is my first confession, although you are no priest |
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this is a painful lesson, a lesson in the least |
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is this work of mysterious witches? |
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will you find me broken in muddy ditches? |
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will you find me in my chambers pressed against the wall? |
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fucking myself until it bleeds |
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until I fall with this quiet light sky leaving |
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dripping with tar |
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blotting out the sun |
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dropping the stars telling us were the ones |
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coming to something new |
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quiet light sky is leaving pushing weight of night skies teasing |
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we came here hungry and dry |
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we came here to live and to die |
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the quiet light sky is leaving |
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weeping repeating believing deceiving |
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pushing weight of night skies teasing |
