| My plastic intentions
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| Bubbling over a flame so high, my future candle’s lit and the river’s dry
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| Inspiration smoulders as tinder for desire
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| A logical process instills design, but still I try to remind myself
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| Of you and I, of faces right inside
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| The lines pointing out my futureproof design
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| You’re safe with me
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| Tonight, take what you need
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| From me to fight
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| Your rage and burn your darkest days alive
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| These elastic evasions
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| Have pulled me from a tree of life, my future candle’s lit and I’m on fire
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| Incineration of temptations that I hide
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| Are smoking embers smothered by time, still I find no thoughts align
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| With you and my plan to override
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| This lie, hoping now our futures can survive
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| («I don’t know.»)
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| («I don’t think it’s working that well.»)
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| You’re safe with me
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| Tonight, take what you need
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| From me to fight
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| Your rage and burn your darkest days alive
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| (One more tear won’t surface here)
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| (One more time won’t realign)
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| (One more tear won’t surface here)
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| (One more time, one more time)
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| One more tear won’t surface here
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| One more time won’t realign
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| One more tear won’t surface here
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| One more time won’t realign
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| (One more tear won’t surface here) (««)
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| (One more time won’t realign)
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| (One more tear won’t surface here)
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| (One more time, one more time) («Okay») |