| Disturbance screen
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| Recollective imagery
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| Redirecting inwardly
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| And left you feeling cold
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| It’s you and me
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| Such destructive tendencies
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| Put upon by eyes seeking
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| What cannot be undone
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| So intimate
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| The pictures burning deep within
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| Hanging on the frame bending
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| Twisting back recoiled
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| The wayward sin
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| A flesh to love so revealing
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| The desperation detailing
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| The entanglement of hope
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| Distress you can
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| Devour and eat so nourishing
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| And spit out what you think makes sense
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| And derail all you know
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| So you derail all you know
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| I can’t tell
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| no object
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| Miss the point
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| Ring my neck
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| Sustain fears
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| Tied to regret
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| Feed me with
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| More cheap distress
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| So you’re trying to wrap
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| My arms around a vision
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| And I’m doing all the best
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| I ever can
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| The persuasiveness of insular possession
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| Before I destroyed everything I ever had
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| Someone flick the light back on
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| Vision burned in
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| This Eidolon
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| On the screen so disturbing
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| When I was you and you were me
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| When I was you and you were me
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| When I was you and you were me. |