| I need the undoing, need the aftermath
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| The cold water slap, the narrow hatch
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| The stairs to where the stars collapse
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| The great unknown, the great relapse
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| I need an ultimatum in red-rimmed constellation
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| More than a realisation, a clean transfiguration
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words
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| I need the return, need the violent edge
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| The wake up call, the hidden ledge
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| Take me to the entrance, to the scarlet thread
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| The one-shot arrow, the sacred pledge
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| I need the truth verbatim in waves of infiltration
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| A brave approximation, a hallowed reformation
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words
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| I need more than words affixed to meanings
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| More than sky and ceilings, I need more than words
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| Empty pages bleeding to contain a feeling
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| I need those airwaves, the pen, the tongue
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| That nervous laugh, the setting sun
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| I need an answer, thought I had one
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| Oh, I need an answer, thought I had one
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| I need more than words |