| My memory told me a secret
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| A breath of its last cigarette
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| A smokey haze, a scene was set
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| To question my own interest
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| My conditioning was fighting now
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| No butts were asked, so when and how
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| The settled dust vibrated out
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| The necessary walk about
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| My hat bears shade upon my face
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| The moon creeping my distant gaze
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| My soul begins an endless chase
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| To trap the memory in the maze
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| I held it tight up by the neck
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| And rose my arms, it’s dangling legs
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| The wind whispered one final check
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| Dead it lies at peace, at rest
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| On board the ship to manic state
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| The pill was stored within the freight
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| She aimed to score but fairly late
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| She missed the shot, such is to take
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| I saw she wanted temporary
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| Guarded it as complementary
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| Disused all my commentary
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| Trapped by her own memory
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| Capsules will sink before they swim, inform your next of kin
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| It’s taking a hold of me
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| Oh with my hands tied
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| It’s taking a hold of me
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| Oh with my hands tied |