| It crawls through the cracks and it seeps in between
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| It sows itself up and it roots itself deep
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| Gnaws at you incessantly
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| Binds with you, becomes your belief
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| An echo that’s cursed to repeat
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| An echo that’s cursed to repeat
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| You try, but you can’t create
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| When you speak you reverberate
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| Remarkably you even ache
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| With a sense of symmetry
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| Quietly you seethe, you boil, blister
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| Quietly you sway, spill over the lip
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| How quickly you cave in to the weight
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| How a little sand and dirt can fill the cracks
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| Of the walls of the letters of your name
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| Quietly you seethe, you boil, blister
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| Quietly you sway, spill over the lip
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| You flare up, you grit your teeth you ball your fists
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| Your blind rage, it comes to you at night in fits
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| You swing your arms, curse the day you were born
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| You drip with venom, but your words are well-worn
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| You throw yourself into your cause, so much that it strips you bare
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| You strike the earth with all your force, yet you leave no mark
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| You throw yourself into your cause, so much that it strips you bare
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| You strike the earth with all your force, so it strikes you back
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| I’ll commit you to the depths of memory
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| I’ll remember you if you’ll remember me
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| I’ll store you safe, lock you away, and swallow the key
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| I’ll remember you if you’ll remember me |