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This time we are uncertain |
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A contrast color running red |
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I'll bury my hands in black water |
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Undercover where they've bled |
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Oh reconcile these actions |
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In tune and unaware |
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Where is my life's maker? |
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Tell me how you live your life |
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Cold blue flesh |
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Killing night |
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Without warm light |
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Becoming nothing |
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I watch the falling embers beckon |
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"Come inside, come to me" |
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Unaware of this growing tension |
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The stillness quips at your retreat |
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Where is my life's maker? |
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Tell me how you live your life |
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Cold blue flesh |
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Killing night |
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Without warm light |
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Becoming nothing |
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Where is my life's maker? |
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Tell me how you live your life |
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Oh reconcile these actions |
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Covet it's murk and bleak relief |
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Casting fuel into the fire |
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In it we find the truth we seek |