Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun
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To understand my, my intimate is no one
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When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites?
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They cut the cast, the music, and the lights
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This is my line, this is eternal
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How did I ever end up here?
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Discarnate, preternatural
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My prayers to disappear
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal
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Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
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To this nature, so unnatural
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I remain alone
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Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues
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Such revelations while understood by no one
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When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?
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Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste
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This is my line, this is eternal
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How did I ever end up here?
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Discarnate, preternatural
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My prayers to disappear
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal
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Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
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To this nature, so unnatural
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I remain alone
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Give me something, give me something
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Give me something, give me something
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Give me something, give me something real
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I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
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Everyday another small piece can't be found
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I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
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The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
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Pieced together incomplete and empty
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This is my line, this is eternal
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How did I ever end up here?
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Discarnate, preternatural
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My prayers to disappear
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal
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Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
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To this nature, so unnatural
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I remain alone
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This is my line, this is eternal
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How did I end up here?
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Discarnate, preternatural
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My prayers to disappear
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal
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Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
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To this nature, so unnatural
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I remain alone
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We held hands on the last night on earth
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Our mouths filled with dust.
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We kissed in the fields
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And under trees
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Screaming like dogs,
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Bleeding dark into leaves.
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It was empty on the edge of town
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But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
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So we walk through the waste
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where the road curved into the sea.
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And the shattered seasons lay
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and the bitter smell of Burning was on you like a disease
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In our cancer of passion you said
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"Death is a midnight runner."
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the sky came crashing down
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like the news of an intimate suicide
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we picked up the shards
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and formed them into shapes of stars
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that wore like an antique wedding dress
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The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
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as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
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the few insects skittered away
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in hopes of a better pastime
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i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
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if you would accompany me in a quick fall
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but you made me realize
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that my ticket wasn't good for two...
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i rode alone
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You said the cinders are falling like snow.
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there is poetry in despair
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And we sang with unrivaled beauty.
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bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
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Of blue and grey.
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Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in
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the flesh of the city.
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The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
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and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
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Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
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and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
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into the earth like a message.
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But Home Is Nowhere (Demo Version)
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A.F.I. (AFI) |