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Letting go the days we knew when others fell before you |
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Half a statue carved in ochre |
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Lest we forget our will is a broken one oh honey |
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Deep resonation signs our declension |
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Some hesitation bears ready mention |
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Turn off the station to multiply the tension darling |
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I found a way to set aside the fact that I adore your |
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Laundry lists & long promenades |
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With haunting kisses & passing the days honeychild |
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Signed & sealed & in this sound we hear the memory dying |
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Wondering if we paid attention |
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Would we have seen our proper ascension day |
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Oh there's no way |