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Uncontrolled spaces |
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Lifeless til provoked |
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Deep uncharted oceans |
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Nonexistent til claimed |
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Great raging fires |
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Silent |
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When there is no one |
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When no one is mine |
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The no one is me |
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The no one is me |
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Me, me, me, me |
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Tall reaching branches |
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Pointless to even try |
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Countless flaming cities |
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Measured without cost |
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All-seeing eyes |
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Without stories to tell |
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Inside the orchard there's a scent of devilry |
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As was in my heart |
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...the sweetness overripe... |
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Rancid in attempt to overcome the shackles |
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If only the soil could hold |
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When there is no one |
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When no one is mine |
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The no one is me |
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When there is no one |
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When no one is mine |
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The no one is me |
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The no one is me |
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When there is no one |
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When no one is mine |
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The no one is me |
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The no one is me |
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The wide open wound |
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Won't heal without purpose |
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It never stops |
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The wide open wound |
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That never heals |
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The no one is me |
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The no one is me |
