| Dissolving in small oceans
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| Responsible for concentrating currents
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| To match a pulse in us that no longer exists
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| Resurfacing only when we’re running out of air
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| Apprehensive from our absent-heartedness
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| Spitting blood from confidence confessed
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| Inducing dreams in which we never met to rid myself of regret
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| We were a pair of fragile limbs
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| Too weak to carry us to bed
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| Stretched so thin but somehow burning at both ends
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| Foreshadowing the pain of transferring dead weight
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| While we can barely stay awake
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| A self inflicted severance will seal our fate
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| Let it die, we had to let this die
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| Apprehensive from our absent-heartedness
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| Spitting blood from confidence confessed
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| We were a pair of fragile limbs
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| Too weak to carry us to bed
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| Stretched so thin but somehow burning at both ends
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| Dissolving in small oceans like the salt into our wounds
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| To match the pulse in us that no longer exists
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| We were a pair of fragile limbs
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| Too weak to carry us to bed
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| Stretched so thin but somehow burning at both ends |