You play my nerves like strings, all upside down.
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Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now.
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Since a few aprils ago, endless chase
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to send away this... tireless persistence of taste.
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With a touch of your words
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I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (It's much too familiar)
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With a touch of your words
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I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me no where...
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A deep shade of horizon gold...
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the constellations remind me I am home.
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We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
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yet a sight of industrial-ness
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as the silence wins over every word.
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What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out... It's gotten me nowhere.
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Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about.
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Whisperer
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| Versaemerge |
