our eyes are moving
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forward faster than
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these tangled chords
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i noticed that you want to leave
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we've burned out fast
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deciding who could complicate us and
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what comes next
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so here's my proposition: while our work gets started
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we'll keep expected formula strong
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but i guess i won't be with who i belong
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and here's my job
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but i miss something
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my line of focus is centered on narrow thinking
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and not from what i think is good on its own
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it's fading out
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well who can't do it
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pop is based on the most intimate charge
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but where it's at
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the scene permits it
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they're not concerned with technique
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feeling is all
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and when words spit out and i disintigrate
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maybe i'm not in such control
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maybe i needed enough to get me through this
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and then into breaking up form
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Repertoire Of Uncommon Depth
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| The Faint |
