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Those solar explosions |
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My refuge against your cries |
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The twisted immersion |
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Under a layer of fire. |
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Come up to the trapeze with me |
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Brush my perspective |
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My arms stretched out |
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Like branches into the pathetic truth. |
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Sometimes I feel my teeth |
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Falling down my smile, |
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Sometimes I feel I'm losing my steps |
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Through this empty desert. |
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When I achieve to pull out |
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The fishhooks from my eyes |
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Bring me back my cycle |
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And don't show the tattooed wound. |
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Stay...walk on my fingers |
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Let out the sun under your tongue |
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The perfect spiral |
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Straight up ways again |
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I don't vow remembering |
