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I find out life is sometimes |
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Cauterized by the words |
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It seems the end of our times |
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Of reacting to the wounds |
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Turn off the led |
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The light that gets you |
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Normalized to the mass |
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A gala performance |
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Everyone with its mask |
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Automata glad to ignore |
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There's a mind behind the glass |
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I am sad in my soul |
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As I paint a cold smile on my mouth |
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My thoughts are for the hollow hearts |
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I'm creeping |
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It's nine o' clock, I'm drunk |
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The best way to keep on |
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Disgusted by the price |
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I'll leave this world at all |
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As soon as I'll be out |
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I will take a breath |
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And walk in search of someone |
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The face I can see |
