you were right i seem to have tunneled my way into the
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dark space between love and hate its a limbo of sorts
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where instincts between heart and mind are not to be trusted
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but i have trusted them or perhaps that was the tiny red devil
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who lives in my hands
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a nameless game of perception
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where opened doors are locked
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the players say you find some identity
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in the haste to make it to the top
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and in only one years time my limbs have stretched to fill
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the cavities i have created and lost through friction
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in a thousand attempts to win
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now i am dancing my way to the top of this edifice
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so i can live unjaded and speak easy
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and let ambrocious waves flow over me
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so i put thoughts to actions
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but nothing gets worked out
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Edifice
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