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Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring |
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Returns me to the death wish |
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And all my epiphanies that branded me and broke my knees |
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Confirms me into the death wish |
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Misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears and |
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Pulls them into the death wish |
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And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease |
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Embrace them, with the death wish |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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I like pretending |
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Are we machines, obsolete, alone |
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With symbiotic self indulgence |
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And if we dig deep |
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The circuitry burnt out, bends |
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Into neurotic repetition |
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But your silver skin soothes my aching curses |
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And reminds me that you're worth it |
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The whole world's insanities |
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The bleeding hearts and tragedies |
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Won't distract me from the death wish |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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I like pretending |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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Are we pretending? |
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'Cause I like pretending |
