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Oily and white |
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the hard but shining skin |
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is dancing with the moon and waves |
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reflecting airy lights |
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the water is warm |
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and though we cannot swim |
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let's meet out past |
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the breaking waves |
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to finish what's begun |
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and creeping through your veins |
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the prisoners in your brain |
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are breaking out to free you |
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from your ancient ugly ways |
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and carrion doves |
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cross vultures overhead |
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heart mingling as |
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the evening ekes |
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to scavenge empty love |
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and what can make us want |
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can make us come undone |
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when true love is so |
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unclear and vague |
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the symptom of a lie |
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there's victims to be made |
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decisions to be weighed |
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you're guilty now |
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but in your heart |
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there soon could be a change |