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More ultra violent fire on my retina, scanning the sky for vital signs |
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In a world that turned so negative overnight |
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In the anti-light |
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Avoiding shadows, burning bright |
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Shine, shine, my stars in a universe |
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The lines combine |
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New constellations taking shape above me |
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All shades of blue pulsating, alternating where the night sky used to rule |
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Black stars join the orange retina moon |
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Shine, my stars in the universe |
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The lines combine |
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New constallations taking shape all the time |
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My nights and days reverse |
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The stars align and offer little consolation to me |
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Bathing in the anti-light |
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Avoiding shadows, burning bright |
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Bathing in the anti-light |
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Avoiding shadows of ultra violent white |
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Dismal stars |
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Like my aching hunger for change, they linger |
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They remain |
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I may cry on the cold shoulder |
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Scan the sky for comfort, colder |
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Lift the veil and kiss the crying |
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Leave a trail to leave it dying |
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The stars align |
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The lines combine |
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In anti-light |
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All the time |
