Ceiling swings over noexistent
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Skin becomes inflamed
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Shortcut narrows a distance stays
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Absence from this meaning
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Seems to suck out the liquid thoughts
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Rain irrigates the words
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Hollow ground my escape and safe
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Must be disagreeable
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How low they could flow
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One deeper level on an unspoiled hole
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Face behind the attack
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Of isolated, selfish and me
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Looking still into sentenced mind
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Does it know how to care
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Guest of honour has a slave's disgrace
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Captivity of fame
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Tears fall from their eyes
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Ordinary things are superficial fakes
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Celebrating above my talent
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Was it good enough to be my tale
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Stains of my grave
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Still remain
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I'm the one
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In this room
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Sinking breath totally gone low
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Disconnected dawn
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Pretending they were insane with dreams
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Only lies were in time
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How low they could flow
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One deeper level on an unspoiled hole
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Face behind the attack
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Of isolated, selfish and me
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Stains of my grave
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Still remain
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I'm the one
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In this room
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To give my
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Approval of
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Indifference
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I gave you something real
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Stains
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Of my grave
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Still remain
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I'm the one
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In this room
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To give my
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Approval of
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Indifference
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I gave you something real
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Stains
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Of my grave
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Still remain
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I'm the one
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In this room
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Stains
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In this room
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I gave you something real
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In this room
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I gave you something real
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Stains
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Am I Blood |