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Why is this delight
Excused as nothing? Is this the vigor A vast decay? This ugly state I shall not answer This nausea I delve to slain This only takes one moment Could you explain your meaning This majesty is no longer A replica with no taste May i admire Your tinted cheek This lobby of worth I urge to keep |
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You fiend, you friend, you confidant
You hold me against my will I scurry and scant this hectic step You climb adrift this boorish racket This wire, this mane, this coronet You hold me against my will I rummage and sear this furious step You climb adrift this boorish racket You and me could ride this fleet You and me could drive the sea |
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Come let's probe these blackened eyes
Come let's smear this spectacle Come let's slam on the light This must soon be revised Hinterland, i shall descend Hinterland, i crumble within I shall feel nothing I shall be rinsed |
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This frost you stand in
It draws on wobbled legs This sway is stabled I gnaw through your gate You sort what I bend You jar me for relief This canter is guided This room I pace You hurry wonder And fasten it in You idle my forfeit My dire you mend The uproar is cautious The error absent This order is frantic For the marvel you'll send |
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There goes your body in a box
That is all i have left Now this odor lines my shaking bed There's no order to you Come with me you dirty wretch How does this duty send me relief When i've been cheated of you |
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There's the palest shape
Steady your weeping face Put the pillow to your cheek For i'm failing in your eyes This funeral lies inside My mourning head What was, is now a wedge |
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This state it cannot be sound
For seeing through The day with fresh eyes Try to lick these bits Back into place These tanks bore there wintry weight To wake to these scraps of morn It bears a stone And that's what i've become These legs are built upon a surly demise We all reach for a hand in which we will guide Let's sit quiet and we shall not stir Your mouth is fragrant And lassoing this room And never is too long to date Your crusty petals are prying away Pails of cheer have become stains |
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Air dives from your reach
You cover your mouth Hoard your lovely breath For which not to speak You're always sweet In the darkest days |
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Your presence howls inside my ear
You lifted the ark from me Now there's nothing i cannot see A wooden tin, a hidden sleet Throw the matches upon my bed In this boiling light It swims through this Hollowed bin to me Now you ring the bells |
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