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There was light before |
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The rain began, |
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And there was hope |
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Behind the suffering joke. |
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Lies come, |
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Lies they go. |
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Even the sun is tired. |
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Under the surfaces, |
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There is a benevolent drone. |
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Do you feel it? |
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So brutal when the words are on |
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The tip of your tongue, |
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So strange when your tired eyes won't |
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Shut your brain down. |
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Hold back the melancholy, |
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Hold back the fear, darling, |
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It's a crime. |
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Hold back the fear. |
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Hold back the melancholy, |
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It's a crime. |
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Sometimes I can taste my death |
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Like a candy bar. |
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So sweet and complete |
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As infinity takes me |
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This fool's end. |
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I create to keep that dog in my bearable door. |
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I made hologram |
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In my egocentric universe of... |
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You're alive, |
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But you know that the wire |
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Under you is bending. |
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And the truth is always telling you to be |
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Immune to everything. |
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Hold back the melancholy, |
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Hold back the fear, darling. |
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It's a crime. |
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Hold back the fear. |
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hold back the melancholy, |
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It's a crime. |
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Hold back the fear. |
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Hold back the darkness. |
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Hold back the melancholy. |
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Hold back the melancholy, |
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It's a crime. |