| I’m in a world where no one survives
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| a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files
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| embracing the rats, deleting the pain
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| painless like this place ever has been
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| I do not cry, I do not cry
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| You turn the sun into something I hate
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| you prace my conscience that I never had
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| you count the Books that bear inner strife
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| sleeping with someone who sleeps with a knife
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| I do not cry, I do not cry
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| So will you hold me like I have been
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| watching holes into skies
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| you hold me like I have been
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| starring holes into skies
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| I’m in a world where no one survives
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| a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files
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| embracing the rats, deleting the pain
|
| painless like this place ever has been
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| I do not cry, I do not cry
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| So will you hold me like I have been
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| watching holes into skies
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| you hold me like I have been
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| starring holes into skies
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| I’m in a turn to something that’s cold
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| I praise the members of skies and of holes
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| I gain the price for best swimming in pain
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| I count the stars again and again
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| So will you hold me like I have been
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| watching holes into skies
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| you hold me like I have been
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| starring holes into skies
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| I’m in a turn to something that’s cold
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| I praise the members of skies and of holes
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| I gain the price for best swimming in pain
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| I count the stars again and again |