(N. Walusko)
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Now can you fill this here cavity
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Warm and dark--this sick gravity
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I'm thinking about the things that you pulled from me
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And what they've grown up to be
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But I want you so, I don't need to go, and I'd love to show
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My identity, my id-entity
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The gods are dropping down from the firmament
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'Cause even they're not so permanent
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Look at your self and your humanity
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All in all it's just vanity
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And I loved you so, but I needed to go, 'cause you wanted to know
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My identity
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You've got me near, you're using fear to keep me--keep me here
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You want me to be your casual necessity,
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But those are things that I can never be, yeah
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Someone's in the vicinity
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Underneath your infinity
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You've given to me the "many thanks for the memories"
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Bet you can use them when you're seventy
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But I want you so, and I'd love to...oh, forget you know, oh, oh
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My identity, my id entity
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My Id / Entity
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