| Tears are drawn up into to fingertips
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| In turn, corrode the stone
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| It was gray when it was meaningful
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| Tears are drawn up into to fingertips
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| In turn, corrode the stone
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| It was gray when it was meaningful
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| Now it blends in with your bones
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| Oh, you could spin a lovely future
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| One scrim between the kiss
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| But on this side, amongst the dimming light
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| I almost don’t exist
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| All is lost; |
| peering behind the velvet cloth
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| I had found you like a monolith
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| Five speeds to my exhaust
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| Tearing through the moonlit desert salts
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| Obsidian-eyed and lost
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| Though you exist alone, in parallel
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| Black ring upon your hand
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| Thieving seers had fed you oracles
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| So you met all of my demands
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| All those dreams; |
| soft and uncertain against my teeth
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| Wearing away
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| Two rings, a violent end
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| Away! |
| Away! |
| Asunder!
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| I could talk around in circles
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| Dragging my dull and worn excuse
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| And I’d get whatever i deserve
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| Within the run-out groove
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| Wearing away
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| Two rings, a violent end |