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This morning reeks of disaster |
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A storm waits to unfold |
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Lover, come feed me your silences |
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Words could be too sharp and cold |
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Don't leave me out |
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I search for signs beneath each stone you're turning |
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I don't know how to keep myself un-bound |
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Oh, lover, you smile me such promises and then you veer away and bring my heart back down |
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Don't leave me out |
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Fight! |
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It's too easy to slip into lethargy |
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Crack a smile to uphold the illusion of truth |
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Close your eyes and keep getting lost in modality or make your peace with the flesh and the blood and the man |
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Here comes the haze again |
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Restless thoughts that chew through their tails much too soon |
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No answers, but no end to slick replies, empty and useless and groomed |
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Fight! |
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It's too easy to slip into lethargy |
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Crack a smile to uphold the illusion of truth |
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Don't close your eyes |
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Stop getting lost in modality |
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Make your peace |
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Make your peace with the man |
