as the clouds below are gently unaware
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that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape
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gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas
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oh my, i've written one too many lies this time
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muscles as sore as the loser I am
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brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back
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write as the reader you are
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until the end of all time
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i hid my face in your dress
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to act as my disquise
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to hide the face that in 13 years
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i would see my own damn eyes
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brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back
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write as the reader you are
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until the end of all time
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(I Am) The Master Of Gravity
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| Versus The Mirror |
