A single line erupts from the comfort of the skyline
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now only errors can unfold
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proceed invisible distance like vertical
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one more limit
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footsteps cross the line that hands tend to take away
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inaudible cars
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the buzz of lights seeks underneath my lower lip
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my speech is all blur
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as long as crescents are able to be in front of me
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my fascination is untouched
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on road
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that is were minds are understood
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where the lights can pay tribute to my inner convictions
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moves towards different directions
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reassociate the laughter
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hover the amnesia
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it turns to love
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turns to love
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give it a shot
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make it dance the traffic away
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forwards to advance and i'm stable on my hands sitting down
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it's the beauty that the streets corrode
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The Beauty That Corrodes
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| Settlefish |
