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Swallow, lose weight, and shake the demons out |
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I kept the little rules and broke the big ones |
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An ugly voice singing of the commons with such an intense hunger |
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The tallest tree with reservations to grow |
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Try to grit your teeth |
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We just chew on the bit |
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Could I hate you enough |
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To expose you to these walls so cold |
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Crafted expressly for you |
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A cage does not suit you at all |
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Just hang from the crains and dry out nerves tough as the nails |
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Flaunt them, flaunt them, your golden threads |
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Empty fields are so fragile for now |
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Lost before they are discovered |
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I am the gravel in the underbellies |
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So long to everything too long |
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Wait, wait til the stones start clearing their throats |
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Hesitation has always come so easily |
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We'll rip these hands from the clock |
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Chasing the sun to the shore |
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Til we can no longer breathe |
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Breathe in the air exhale to speak |
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A silence so sinister I've become accustomed to |
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All of the questions that remain unanswered |
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Just give the attention-span to sit on the floor |
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Til you respond |
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I'll stake claims stronger than horses necks, pulling plows |
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The pot is calling the kettle so taciturn |