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Forgotten stories of excess |
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both real and fiction |
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Too many hollow lives spent |
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chasing benediction |
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We plummet to the earth like |
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scores of fallen angels |
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Play out our tragedies on empty |
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weathered stages |
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But before we lose it all |
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The final curatain call |
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Conflicted and rejected |
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Beware the opulence inherent confusion |
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When reality's obsured |
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by clouds of disillution |
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Held under far too long by |
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the weight of our existence |
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We labor fruitlessly against |
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both time and distance |
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But before we lose it all |
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The final curtain call |
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Conflicted and dejected |
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What's in the past can't be undone |
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You'ce got to seperate to become one |
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Your indescision hides the guilts |
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just underneath your clouded eyes |
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So sick you'd sell your soul |
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For another fifteen minutes lie |
