Alongside all hearts as they finish with backdrop cities
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And as jagged teeth digging deeper
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Ripping new wounds for former scars
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Stricken with insomnia
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Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing
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And the conductor is conducting, (conductor is conducting)
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Electrical time signatures
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And I fall into rhythm (I fall into rhythm)
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And my life is a rhythm
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And my feet will improvise;
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(My feet off beat, my feet off beat)
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As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet
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You'll be undercover, under covers, (Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes)
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Sleeping with the enemy (Talking circles around each other, deserting halos to be)
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This is what we like to call (Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
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internal espionage
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On the search for girls
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Stricken with insomnia
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With milk-carton father figures
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My veins are pulsing
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Free-form jazz
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To peninsula extremities
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My fingertips tap
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Polyrhythms like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth
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And these words set the cadence
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To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes
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Breeding pixels without homes-
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Reside in my mind; Resonate in my eyes
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So affect this love affliction.
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Leave the injured overturned;
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Fight for breath with flailing arms,
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In vain, to float the bane.
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Tentative tastes for those less interesting
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Leave the injured overturned.
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Fight for breath with flailing arms,
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In vain, to float the bane.
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The Rival Cycle
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens |
