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The night bleeds day, |
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with every breath I take, |
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reality brings, |
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bright eyes, smooth skin |
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So what is left from this, |
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a bottle of broken self, |
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In a moment it'' all be gone, |
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til the next time when it all comes back |
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Feed a lie, |
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East West |
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Watch the birth, |
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Kiss the dirt |
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Next time has come and gone, |
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what will bring the end, |
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a promise thrown into night, |
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or a little reminder |
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So what is left from this, |
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a bottle of broken self, |
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In a moment it'll all be gone, |
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til the next time it all comes back |
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Feed a lie, |
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Watch the birth, |
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Searching through these pieces, |
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looking for your shadow |
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Getting closer all the time |
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Countless words, |
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in a sea of explanation, |
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flailing to grasp, |
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a rock (to stand) |
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Searching through these pieces, |
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looking for your shadow, |
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Getting closer all the time |
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Feed a lie, |
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Watch the birth, |
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Kiss the dirt |
