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Late nights collect on your fingers like a black marking the things you touch. should your way ever need finding back. |
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Put your hands together now and let us pray for things which have no mass. we're the lesser half of nothing at all and we're shrinking everyday. |
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A little poison at night to hold us till dawn. so feel the cold sweat come on, whether right or wrong. |
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Bad nights collect on your fingers, but dont look back at the clean things you smeared. make a list of things that can't exist and write our names. |
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A little poison at night to hold us till dawn. feel the cold sweat comeon , whether right or wrong. |