Here is where my ladder grows
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Within walking distances of melting ceilings
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And hopefully you will see the bright colors like my horizon cut in two
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And where have the eyes gone that have watched me this far
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Here is my staircase curved with splintered paint
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Without a railing I?l find collapse
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With blonde paste to settle intentions,
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Your unpaired smile in mirrored windows burns the rest of the template
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So I?l fall into third person and see the other shades of grey
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Her is my enthalpy, so forgive my violet eyes when you see them
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The rest of the canvas arranges lie past Victorian
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The rest Burns along with myself and this is how she?l remember me
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Just like walking decay
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And I?l be bare again without any traces of what is called sharing
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Nothing surrounds me any more but pictures of carpet
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As soft as voices of eager children
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This is dripping from skyline setting
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And I know the smile very well
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It mush be imbedded like the less fortunate
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There is no patience left over while I am provided a window key
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This presence of it over speaks
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The Architecture Is Still Burning
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| Forever Is Forgotten |
