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Contemplation over this |
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Everything disastrous |
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Is true |
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The climbing of sources |
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Empty out the mood |
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When I found blue |
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When I found blue |
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Consequences reached a twist |
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Everything disastrous |
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Is pure |
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The evening of everything untrue |
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When I found blue |
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When I found blue |
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A floating ghost of numbers twist |
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The sheen comes off the specter's wrist |
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Now cut to watch the tripping through it |
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Warming wounds to feed the new age |
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Beating public rage and treason |
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Subjugate this stinging feeling |
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Once again to feel it through |
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The blue (x4) |
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(repeat) |
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Consternation feels the depth |
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A thousand nights of knives digged in |
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Reduce those darkened forces |
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From a naked view |
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When I found blue |
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When I found blue |
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(repeat) |
