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My eco-system is based on hatred |
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My DNA remains untested |
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I hate the tyranny of the Sun |
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It always rises, always comes down |
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I'm running out of fantasy |
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I don't expect your sympathy |
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I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential |
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Has my fantasy run out of delusion? |
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Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion? |
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I'm running out of fantasy |
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The dying fall of my sentences |
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The magic of lost consequences |
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The seduction of a fading power |
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In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere |
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I'm running out of fantasy |
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I don't expect your sympathy |
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I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential |
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Has my fantasy run out of delusion? |
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Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion? |
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I'm running out of fantasy |
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I'm revealing myself in layers |
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Exposing a core to the inner eye |
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Drawn deep into some distant episodes |
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I don't know whether to laugh or cry |
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Running out of fantasy |
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The obsession with change has bled my dry |
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My fantasy forever locked inside |
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The obsession with change has bled my dry |
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The obsession with change has bled my dry |
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My fantasy forever locked inside |
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The obsession with change has bled my dry |
