What I recall
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Remembered past is insanity
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And the clatter
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Misapprehensions of
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Killing you but not
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Fast enough to really matter
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The flume of your struggle
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Is flooded with sorrow and
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Poisons everybody near it
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I'm not a patron of yours anymore
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Don't want to hear it
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The sirens are your toxic spirit
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Of your addictions and shiftingness
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Inherited from your father
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I know you struggle to keep them in check
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But at this point why even bother
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The flume of your struggle
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Is flooded with sorrow and
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I'm not a patron of yours anymore
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Don't want to hear it
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The sirens are your toxic spirit
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Well, friendships you have left
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Do not derive from love
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They're just a work form of charity
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I've wounded you and you've wounded you too
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At least we can feel good about the parities
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The flume of your struggle
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Is flooded with sorrow and
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I'm not a patron of yours anymore
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Don't want to hear it
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The sirens are your toxic spirit
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Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit
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| Of Montreal |
