| This empty space becomes the lines inside your face
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| It makes an atlas, tracing an accurate map
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| Of decades, they decay and fade away
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| To form the crease of gray increasing in their place
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| I’m in between everything
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| In sulphur and oxide
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| Slow drives and long nights
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| I’m in between everything
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| The sunken shape that invades your pretty face
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| Is an oasis, a haven for your mistakes
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| Like a keepsake hanging about your fallow frame
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| Our tiny planet’s massive weight enables our escape
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| I’m in between everything
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| In sulphur and oxide
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| Slow drives and long nights
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| I’m in between everything
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| Everywhere and all the time
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| I reside between the lines that divide your world from mine
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| I’m in between everything
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| I’ve been seeing all recede at a slow and steady speed away from me
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| In sulphur and oxide
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| Slow drives and long nights
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| I’m in between everything
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| In sulphur and oxide
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| Slow drives and long nights
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| I’m in between everything |