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The vow of innocence |
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The sealed lips of silence |
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The hidden smile |
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The shadow that waits on the wall |
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The eyes that turn from the pupils |
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The compressed sexuality |
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The disregarded sensuality |
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The regurgitated words |
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One person knows, knows their own silence |
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One person's broken down on the horizon |
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While another's finding their ocean |
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With words that mobilise |
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With words that mobilise |
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The man he waits |
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He waits for something |
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The dry river bed he makes |
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The cheap work he fakes |
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The blue bones he breaks |
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Oh the sounds he likes are unnerving to me |
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Your official channels aren't working for me |
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Here it lies beneath the pale skin |
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One person knows, knows their own silence |
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One person's broken down on the horizon |
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While another's finding their ocean |
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With words that mobilise |
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With words that mobilise |
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Oh it feels good |
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Oh it feels good it feels good |
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The more you allow yourself |
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The more you want it |
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The more you want it want it want it |
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The more you want it for yourself |
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The thrill of the hill |
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Get carried away |
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One person knows, knows their own silence |
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One person's broken down on the horizon |
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While another's finding their ocean |
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With words that mobilise |
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With words that mobilise |
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Been bearing witness |
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To what we have here |
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The umbrella that asks |
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The teeth of restraint |
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Body too weak for the face |
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The dream that's sweeter than the taste |
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The sugary satire |
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The words they don't flatter |
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The misinterpretation of kindness |
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The shameful stomach |
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The verse of arson |
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The fashion is hard-on |