| Ultraviolet
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| Burn in silence
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| Feeling timeless
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| Stretch my eyelids wider still
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| I need to find this violence
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| I must end this mindless trial
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| So I kiss hearts like wings on angels
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| Righteous
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| Vengeance
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| Red dress
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| Red lips
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| Red skin
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| Red blood
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| Dripping against this white line in time
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| So scared
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| So dry
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| Strike like matches on this mattress
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| No more resentment for memories relating to the right and wrong
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| Of what I do
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| Inside of me is the light of you
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| The witness of truth
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| There was a young boy once, whose smile was wide
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| And his face was bright
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| I was a young boy once
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| That was miles ago in another life
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| If I could go back to then
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| I surely would, just to see me then
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| When time was like an orchid
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| Heat helps these flowers grow
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| Praise the name
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| Praise the holy name
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| Though I burn in life
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| In eternity safe
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| As I drift from life to death
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| From love to faith
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| To pain to break the mirrors again
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| Just to see where the pieces go
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| I know they’re always far from here
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| They carry the image, both distant and clear
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| Made to look like the things they see
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| Parts of heaven pulled from parts of me |