I've got to put a stop to all this.
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(I've seen this)
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To all this being separated and then cut off.
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(I taste this)
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I've got to put a stop to all this.
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(I've seen this)
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I've got to put a stop to all this.
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To all this being separated and then cut off.
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I've got to put a stop to all this.
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Float over the world and decide for ourselves if we would ever return.
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If only our dreams were fires to ignite.
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Then we would could let the whole world burn...
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You said this was over when you suffocate the truth
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and trade the kisses and the distances
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and clinging to my weaknesses.
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Send somebody, help me here because I can't stand being a world away.
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You gave into my worries and then caught me without my defense.
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There's a death inside, and it's yours in mind.
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So cut up your identities invented for the frequencies of need.
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Does it depend a circumstance or excuse?
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My inheritance of the abuse.
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The importance of you.
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My choice of the two.
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The truth is that I choose you...
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You said this was over when you suffocate the truth
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and trade the kisses and the distances
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and clinging to my weaknesses.
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Send somebody, help me here because I can't stand being a world away.
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You gave into my worries and then caught me without my defense.
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There's a death inside, and it's yours in mind.
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So cut up your identities invented for the frequencies of need.
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I've got to put a stop to all this.
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(I've seen this)
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To all this being separated and then cut off.
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(I taste it)
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I've got to put a stop to all this.
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(I've seen this)
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To all this being separated and then cut off.
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(I taste it)
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(Cut off. Cut off.)
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I'm crushed. When I'm ready for this.
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Outside of you. Let this severance torn from my hands.
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I still taste it. Torn from my hands with my countenance.
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You said this was over when you suffocate the truth
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and trade the kisses and the distances
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and clinging to my weaknesses.
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Send somebody, help me here because I can't stand being a world a way.
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You gave into my worries and then caught me without my defense.
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There's a death inside, and it's yours in mind.
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So cut up your identities invented for the frequencies of need.
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The Poor And The Prevalent
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| Emery |
