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Intentional dreaming reveals a deceit less obvious |
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It's the liars who are punished but the liars speak the truth |
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I will never know your intention but I'll make clear my own |
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You're guilty by association and I'm taking your sentence on |
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To forget is the greatest ardor |
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Forgetting is the favorite cure |
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There aren't many days left to sleep |
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Suspicious bullets - silent guns |
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Here's where the men wear pride outside |
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And women smile through dragonflies |
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I'm the kill the retriever couldn't find |
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The round that got away |
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You were supposed to wait for me |
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That's how I built this up to be |
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Just leave my corpse to the worms |
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I'll soon just dissipate |
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I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me |
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Yesterday's air, it suffocates me |
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See, I have this gift to give to you - take it carefully, it's yours |
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But if ever you should break it, please return it to the source |
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It's a shame you're not still hungry - sugared hands surround the sill |
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Exhibitionist intentions through the window carved in skin |
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I'll shut up so you'll explain to me the human sacrifice |
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Subtle tears, I loved you too, your desperate hillsides |
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Your forests of depression and your houses built on lies |
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I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me |
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Yesterday's air, it suffocates me |
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I'll take your oxygen |
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Equine corpses bore me to death |
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Purge the fetus like arguments |
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Time's up, get on board, you're coming with me |
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It's hard to watch you crumble |
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Watch the flames lick your complexion bare |
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Removing the pretense that you cared |
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I see the woman facing away |
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I feel the distance in her gaze |
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One day she will turn around |
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And push me back so that my past is erased |
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Flying birds like kites, my eyes are so full of sun |
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I don't know how I'll ever learn your language |
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Only an insect forgets the Earth when drawn into the sun |
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I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me |
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Yesterday's air, it suffocates me |
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I'll take your oxygen |
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Purging sense from arguments |
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How did we go from that to this? |
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Sure, I'm guilty - still, you're coming with me |
