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Walls bleed |
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pictures bend their fractured frames |
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Features on canvas torn |
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Burning mirror breaking down to sand |
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Free from jails of form |
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The black water future I see |
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So hard to drain |
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The small child in everyone is forced to bleed |
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To live life again |
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The light ever closer we believe |
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Is only a place for grief |
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Every life's so small |
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we call it precious |
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And every soul is so loved above |
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Days glide through a skin of open pores |
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Stretched on bended frames |
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Years long on sanded banks around your shores |
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Counting every grain |
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Words form poisoned worlds I never see |
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So hard to hear |
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Ring the bell of truth in every dream |
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No life, no fear |
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Every night brings disasters to our rooms |
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A life time inside you |
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