| More ultra violent fire on my retina, scanning the sky for vital signs
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| In a world that turned so negative overnight
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| In the anti-light
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| Avoiding shadows, burning bright
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| Shine, shine, my stars in a universe
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| The lines combine
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| New constellations taking shape above me
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| All shades of blue pulsating, alternating where the night sky used to rule
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| Black stars join the orange retina moon
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| Shine, my stars in the universe
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| The lines combine
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| New constallations taking shape all the time
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| My nights and days reverse
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| The stars align and offer little consolation to me
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| Bathing in the anti-light
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| Avoiding shadows, burning bright
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| Bathing in the anti-light
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| Avoiding shadows of ultra violent white
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| Dismal stars
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| Like my aching hunger for change, they linger
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| They remain
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| I may cry on the cold shoulder
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| Scan the sky for comfort, colder
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| Lift the veil and kiss the crying
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| Leave a trail to leave it dying
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| The stars align
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| The lines combine
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| In anti-light
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| All the time |