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Subterranea
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Belly first, unrehearsed, I'm thrown from all I've known
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A silhouette set among the badlands paved with stone
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Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee
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Higher rise fire in the sky society
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Can I hold on, can I believe in
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All the things you are ?
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There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
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Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond
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Pusher king, TV queen, accommodating blonde
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At Traitor's Gate while you wait gender reassigned
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Surgeon carves the matching halves
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The blindfold leads the blind
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Can I hold on ? I cannot count them
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All the things you are
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Were I stronger I'd hold out longer in Subterranea
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Without the walls, comfort is freezing in my veins
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And caught within chemical rain
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My dreams have turned against me
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And fatally have fenced me in
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Above me cold light and below me over all
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The time I've lost, how can I know ?
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So I keep forgetting what I am half recalling
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On a bed of fallen flowers
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Hold me now as I was held before
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Powerhouse, sacred vows, trigger happy punk
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Driven by hidden eyes and figure hugging junk
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Heaven knows if I'm close, am I unreleased ?
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If I'm in hell I may as well be famine to the feast
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Can I hold on, can I belong to
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All the things you are ?
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There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
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