to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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Through the long sleep,
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darkness bleeds,
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through the silver and I,
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reminded the layout as the wings,
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they all died.
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And it all hates like you,
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destroys the message.
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Another open eye to secrets,
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with plans to scrape them clean.
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And I have stacked them
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higher then anyone believed.
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And it downplays the scene,
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it all comes crashing.
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Don't be removed,
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I got you where I said
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that I would always put you.
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And I'm heading for the bottom of you.
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Come and take me over,
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the lights have been removed,
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with pieces at ankles, we answered.
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And it all tastes like you,
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and all it captures.
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Take on me as long as you think
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that you can handle,
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and taking me to truth
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and tearing me from scandal.
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And it all saves like you,
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define disaster.
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And I don't die like you,
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tormented skies,
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treated to taste and outlast the sun.
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I design what ails.
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Coldest of the cold stay outside,
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bring on harm's way.
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Installing The Catheter
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