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Auctioned |
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outsmart the fever and take us farther from |
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the killing life in capsulesa life that cant belong |
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so if I wake up dead to the world |
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with the helm at my command |
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the reaching out of this |
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faced tomorrow in the 11th hour |
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beckoned closer |
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now as nightfall sends its grace |
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cue to enter the insatiable ideal |
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slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers |
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what is it is time undone |
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cannot falter in the security of labour |
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was I supposed to believe |
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where did I sign |
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did I miss the auction where my life went under the club |
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went the half mile |
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wondered when the resolution would come |
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life became too solid |
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diluted by the essence of denial |
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caught in fires eye |
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the self and filter that is I |
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my lip was venom |
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words formed in my mouth |
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hid beneath the tounge |
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never to be seen |
