| While you were taking sides
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| I was shaking the world from sleep
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| Our love, so visible yet so unseen
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| It sneaks in through your speech
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| The bloody world of your dreams
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| Comes crashing through the breach as you scream:
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| «These ugly wolves
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| Once hibernating, they now awaken»
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| «You're going nowhere!»
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| Girl, when I speak
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| I say that which I mean
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| All these expensive art schools teach is critique
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| We dance in common circles
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| We speak in such strange speech
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| Visible, yet unseen, as I scream:
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| «These are the wolves of conversation
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| The nonsense you’re making»
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| «You're going nowhere!»
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| These are the wolves crawling out through your throat
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| Saying, «You love to turn your back
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| Then act surprised when we approach
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| Now choke.»
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| We seek a love visible, yet unseen
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| We seek our love in such strange speech |