| The air is thick with strangers
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| Laughing through your screaming lungs
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| Imploding in your chest like death
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| Absent exit signs ignite the flames
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| The fear, the rage that tear down walls
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| Alas, in dreams alone they all collapse
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| These hoarders of paragraphs
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| And alibis and secret lies and hollow needs
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| And enemies that draw you in
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| These pillars of everything mundane
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| Are but a gateway to oblivion
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| Fever burning, weak and pale
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| Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come
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| You can’t afford to be this frail
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| They’ll steal you
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| Not cut out to follow
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| Nor fit to rule
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| A dethroned king of diamonds
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| In the garments of a fool
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| This jest of chaos
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| This irony of common fate
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| Some like dominoes
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| Some like dominoes (dominoes)
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| Some like angels
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| Apart
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| In love
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| From grace
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| We fall, fall, fall
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| Fever burning, weak and pale
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| You can’t afford to be this frail
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| Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come
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| To steal you
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| Deceive you
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| Mislead you
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| Erase you
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| Fever burning, weak and pale
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| You can’t afford to be this frail
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| Like vultures to the wounded they’ll come
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| To steal you
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| Deceive you
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| Mislead you
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| Erase you |