In this blackout, inertia will hold our thoughts...
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And the exit sign offers no light to see by.
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Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?
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I can't see... without you.
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When the world is crashing down,
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Part with it, start again.
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When the world is crashing down,
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These notes will fold themselves.
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Standing at the margin's edge...
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to see where the daybreak ends.
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You can find compassion here,
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But the page turns too fast.
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We fell in this hole that opened up...
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Giving up on hope,
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Living without love.
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We still type black lines...
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When the world is crashing down,
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These notes will fold themselves.
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Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative.
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Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite,
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Like dodging faces in the corner of the print,
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Frame by frame, this hole is opening up... and we fall in.
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There is no such thing as whole.
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There is a hole in the world.
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A Hole In The World
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