| I want to make you out of this
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| I want to shape you out of this
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| There is a plan to hide in here. |
| Electrical, the surge ignites our frontal lobes
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| Of all the ways I thought we’d burned, I never expected you
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| The net you cast has finally returned, killing one; |
| we’re down to two
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| Sow the oats, give them time, before they creep back on you
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| Stand alone, feet in grime, for someone you barely knew
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| It’s but a gate to endlessness
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| My arms await you from within
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| Are we dreaming on and on, while the world’s burning strong
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| It’s a perfect shade of red to ensure they’ll be dead
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| They’re giving us fireworks. |
| It’s like love, but less absurd
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| I say no way we’re leaving. |
| I say no way we’re dreaming
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| Some will see the end of me
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| The devil wakes and sleeps with me. |
| You better wait before you blink
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| Some will float, some will fall, The sky will crack, and doom you all |