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Silent stars build this place |
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Sonic bars surrounded stage |
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Painted smiles the puny bait |
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Moving limbs to fascinate |
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Begin the dream I wake instead |
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On gold lined silver plates their heads |
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A smothering embrace |
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This tiny breathing space |
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I see our distance closing in |
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Speak to me your hunger |
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But reach for me no longer |
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Painted smiles the puny bait |
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Moving limbs to fascinate |
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Begin the dream I wake instead |
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On gold lined silver plates their heads |
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A smothering embrace |
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This tiny breathing space |
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I see our distance closing in |
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Awaited fall from grace |
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With drowned and netted face |
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I feel our limbs are growing thin |
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A smothering embrace |
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This tiny breathing space |
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I see our distance closing in |