a break in the system
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a tragedy i'm afraid has struck
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me not quite unlike a burning kiss
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this death would wreck me
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and she dove in glass biting skin
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while blood cell metal welt blistered sin
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not quite unlike a twisting shift
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this wreck would get me
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in an eternity just like a dream
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i'm afraid to see not quite unlike
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deserving fools on a plane of shame
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hit infinity like a scrap disease
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forgotten spark wished fuel to bleed
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all pouring out some things we lack
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i'm going back through a slow wreck
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a null line paints the rhythm
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a weary dream i expect to see
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not too unlike just how you hate me
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so downward thinking this death degrades me
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into a cloud black motor shroud
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some sick and proud space in the ground
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although she sleeps with cells that creep
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i'm on these knees prayers that she keeps down
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slow wreck does seethe
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gains more with speed
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blown all away more than the last time
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Slow Wreck
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| 16 Volt |
