This interference's shifting
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A soft accent cascading
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A second glimpse of falling TVs
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Draws me in too easily
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Some kind of nonchalance
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Contains my will to chance
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The avidity of youth
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The naivety of you
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Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassemble
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My lens to take your photograph
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Which I throw away autographed
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And there's an illegal tender
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And there's a senseless sensor
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And there's a notion we don't need
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And they leave just like you
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Never come undone
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You deceive just like me
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Next to me
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Though I'll never even see you
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Next to you
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Never seen such beauty
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Two persons in a vista
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The third one says she's hollow
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A moist and lashing spoken tongue
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The words silent since I was young
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In the flickerlight we're interlaced and face to face
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Someone is blurring now, abiding time as I avow
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And there's a soft surrender
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And there's a stark contender
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And there are notions we do need
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I will never come undone
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Silence
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Theatre Of Tragedy |