| Prudence kept the sun from shining bright
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| Prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night
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| Narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving
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| And she became the torment of my heart
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| Prudence was the context of distress and complaint
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| Prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned
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| Mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming
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| Faithlessness is highly rated art…
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| Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming
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| Drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming
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| Sinful trifles, improving my discography
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| Rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity
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| Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness
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| Waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness
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| Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation
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| Oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation
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| Prudence was the context of distress and complaint
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| Prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned
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| Mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming
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| Faithlessness is highly rated art…
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| There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness
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| We withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness
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| We wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion
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| Prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection
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| Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming
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| Drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming
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| Sinful trifles, improving my discography
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| Rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity
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| Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness
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| Waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness
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| Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation
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| Oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation
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| But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage
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| If I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts
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| If I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face
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| I realise our hours draws on apace… |