White frame lies to live in leave
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Nothing to gain
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Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way
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White frame homes in celibate rows
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They swell and melt together
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Aspirations lie in possesions each dwellers dream so similar
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Keep witches behind
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Mythical lines
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And squeeze my faith between my knees
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I can't take one more lie
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So I'll take one of each
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In this static heat
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I barely make my home suffice
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Persuaded by a sleepy beat
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I can't tell which is mine
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Pack it in
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Save it up
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Pack it in
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Save it up
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In this static heat
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I barely make my home suffice
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Persuaded by a sleepy beat
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I can't tell which is mine
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Impeded by machine
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Awash in blue light spending nights
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Imbibing life through their screen
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it shows me to believe
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White Homes
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