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We leave our hope
in our hair
We fly upon
Rhythm and sense
Your face is bottled up
Somewhere
As we know by now
Air is waving our necks
So slowly in circles
Push it all along
Scream and drop any tear
In no one's floor
(Hey, don't turn on the light, though we said OK)
My eyes are cold
Down, eyelids
They can't see through
Your innocence
Blue dress I'm holding up
Again
Your face is bottled up
Away
As we know by now
Air is waving our necks
So slowly in circles
Push it all along
Scream and drop any tear
In no one's floor
(Hey, don't turn on the light, though we said OK)
Now whales can wait
A gust of wind
The peaceful time
we all silently keep
Laying
(fully coloured eyes)
Laying in beds with
(fully coloured eyes)
Laying in beds with
Full colour
Laying in beds with
Fully coloured eyes
Laying in beds with
Fully coloured eyes
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pond puod
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The squalor in which we inhabit
is worthy of
the greatest spartan
This is a private
relationship
He is a public
enemy
We are instrinsically opposed to him
But you are not
Extrinsic to his life
Coaction
Never made you shine
Always walk with your eyes
open, too
You must be consequent
with your concerns
To be playing consort
is not for you
Not for you
We are instrinsically opposed to him
But you are not
Extrinsic to his life
They are unbeareable
Hidden calls
But comfortable
Hey! You can stop! You can live!
You can live if you can stop!
You can leave him!
Hey! You can live! You can stop!
You can live if you can stop!
You can stop! You can live!
You can live if you can stop!
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Invisible as breaths you take
Is that a real handshake? Is that the normal way?
Too thin to hold the weight outside
Too far, enough for us
to take a straight long walk
You shut
But I can hear it
You scream
But I can feel it
So critical, ceiling's going red
The vengeance has no name
Or any kind of shape
Replacing everything
but absurd, ego grows
Involving some parts of me with you
As we walk through all of you
As we leave our signature
Don't ignore performance and the role
The fingers pointing everywhere
To every single corner you even never smell
So kind of keep out your way instead
Don't want to be a part
Don't want to stand by that
You shut
And I can hear it
You scream
I can feel it
So critical, ceiling's goin' red
The vengeance has no name
Or any kind of shape
Replacing everything
but absurd, ego grows
Involving some parts of me with you
You shut
And I can hear it
You scream
I can feel it
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