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All things in life can be broken down till what you see is: |
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Saint vs. Sinner. |
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With every look you choose to play the role that you will portray |
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Take my eyes, fraught with sight |
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(you're not trying to see the light) |
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(and I wish I could be on your side) |
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How I play the villain to the audience of my despair: |
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Which dream was this: I woke up against your lips |
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and fell asleep against a wish to never sleep again? |
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It seems the stream that carries me has twists that I could not forsee |
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despite my bouts of clarity |
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(She's swimming to the stage) |
