Your eyes, followed me here.
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Your eyes, seamless and sure.
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They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.
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Your eyes, followed me here.
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Your eyes, sifting my soul.
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They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal.
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They lace me along,
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Giving synapse of white lines.
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Then chasing the dawn,
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Story book syntax.
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Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
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About myself and this life.
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Silhouette lies.
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And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
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Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
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Testing my will.
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They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.
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Your eyes, resting in flame,
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Leaven me breathless again.
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Like hydrogen spread on fault lines.
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Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon.
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Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
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About myself and this life.
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Silhouette lies.
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Your eyes, Your eyes.
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Speaking in tongues.
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Vigilant still, lead our way.
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Filling my lungs.
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Testing my will.
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You slit the throat, of I know.
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About myself and this life.
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Silhouette Lies.
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You slit my throat.
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Because I know,
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That this life, is a lie.
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So slit my throat.
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silhouette
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| thrice |
