Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties
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and write up these letters to question your reasons
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for coming and leaving to carry the summer
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in allies and basements you washed yourself clean
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My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty
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Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun
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it branded the concept of living and lying
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to forgive the layout and rewrite the history
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a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream
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The claim that wire had covered your heart
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and the claim that water had entered your lungs
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they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city
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they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the south
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The Employee Is Not Afraid
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| Bear Vs. Shark |
