Disfiguring the memory
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So silent
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So serene
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One eye shut for the past
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One eye opens for tomorrow’s dream
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Mark her the one
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The one who will stand alone
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Pitter-patter of dry-rotted love
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Plunging, dropping, splashing into heaven’s eighth lake
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And casting a disfigured reflection of life in its eight rings
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Dry flaking tincture under one-inch fingernails
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So follow her home
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Follow her to reprisal so sweet
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Crying help to a barren room
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Barren walls
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Romance in monotone
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She will never miss you
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We will never miss you
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Four Walls and a Feeling
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| Circle Of Dead Children |
