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Lost in language of unspoken souls |
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Slight of hand behind our frozen walls |
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All is well in the emotional sprawl |
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All gets sucked into the Oslo Bowl |
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It was a windy night after a sunny day |
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The night 400 years of winter came |
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The river flows with bad dream ink |
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and the snow capped woods around us sink |
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Black lights screaming out across the bay |
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White teeth dancing just to get away |
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Lost in language of unspoken souls |
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Slight of hand behind our frozen walls |
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All is well in the emotional sprawl |
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All gets sucked into the Oslo Bowl |