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The destination is a lost location. |
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The realisation that we're all patients of ruthless dictators. |
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We're just roofless painters. |
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Painting stories of former glories. |
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Driftwood figurines. |
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Myths blow them to smithereens. |
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I don't want anyone to know what I've done. |
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If they knew they'd have my back against the wall for I've sinned. |
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It's my secret & I will keep it for always. |
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I will pay someday for all of this won't go astray. |
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It remains in my veins & drains the pain straight to my heart. |
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This was my design. |
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I couldn't swallow my own advice. |
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And now I must pay the price. |
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A debt I cannot afford. |
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A threat that cannot be ignored. |
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The dreams have all been washed ashore. |
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Someone's normality is another's insanity. |
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No new beginnings, this is the sea that I swim in (forever). |
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You are what you drink & my vessel she sinks in this illness. |
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Your freedom's my prison. |
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Oh how I so wish you could feel this. |
