wrapped us up in these lines
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breathless as we are
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even though i resigned.
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cannot trust that which is veiled
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(this time seemed to be the) should have known better than to
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(beginning of the end) trust fate
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(but it was the beginning, of the) and i know i am weak
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(beginning)
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(despite all the accidents) i attempt to break from this routine.
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(all the accidents where we landed) of circular reasoning that binds me to this town
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(on our feet)
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(only have to sit)
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wrestle with this, try to break free.
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(back down and wait out) from the rhetoric
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(an impatient winter) and pre-packaged lies that i've
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(only to revisit past ghosts again and) bought for too long
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(again)
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(only to wait.) because you resemble all
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(the apparitions are everywhere) that i am trying to leave behind
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(we never move, constantly dwelling) - just leave us alone)
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(on things constantly dwelling)
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(on things unchangeable)
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(we never move) wrestle with this
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try to break free from the rhetoric
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(dwelling on things five years dead) and pre-packaged lies that i've
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(and gone) bought for too long.
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wrapped us up in these lines
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even though i resigned not to cave.
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Better Times Are Better Left Dead
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| The Khayembii Communique |
