Disenchanting the romantic
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This is the real, this is the shame
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These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity
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Coarse twine tears clean
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And I have thought about this very instance for all time
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Decades longer than you or I
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Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving it's caring for me
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And I have thought about these moments for all time
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Dangling from a silver lining
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These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune
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Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city
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Farewell Note To This City
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| Converge |
