Bask within our sedentary sins
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Twich beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience
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Enter me and the sun
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A rusted shard to draw the blood
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The Muse, a whore at work again
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Fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen
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A broken blade, a stolen face,
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The epitaph - "Believe in Shame."
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Well I've been dead before
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- Back before I was born
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Then entered Light, surcease of Nothing
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But merely given time
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One lowly blip of life
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Spinning to the void again
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From the start know we are lost
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A splintered two, the both of us
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Helpless to believe in nothing
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Daybreak And A Candle End
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| Deep Blue Something |
