there were words of lust
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in these arms of the stranger
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and there in silence though were words of no milder
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so in thinking of that madness
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that ravage the thoughts
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in the loneliest of hours
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I resist without control
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the demand I get from excellence
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the void I felt from answering
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not only an addition
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it generated need
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in these endless nights of freezing
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my weight on the other side
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I resist without control
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feel the thorns of uncontrol
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claws that set in sleeps december
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let loose on the verge
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talked to me as strangers once did
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the tone was set for winter
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sweet uncontrol
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beyond proportion
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into the night
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so strike me deeper
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I resist without control
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feel the thorns of uncontrol
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the death that craved no life
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now ended
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in return
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drifting uncontrolably
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within the night
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Undo Control
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| Dark Tranquillity |
