Its not the fear of seeing new days, but its the fear of seeing your eyes
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full of august promises and september curses
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and helping your hands with wayward stabbings
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flick throw these matches ill ignite and rise
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to dress you in flames and reel around your ashes
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in cowardice speak her name tear this writing from this page
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and watch me claim this crime
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bring gasolline ill do the murders
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Ara Pacis
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| Jairus |
