| Come on party were beautiful
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| One more taste have to melt and frame hold on Picasso
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| Uplift fusion with massive palms
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| Passion immobile is not the solution
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| Let them concur and dig out their own holes
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| A steady win. |
| process for evolution craters
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| Sour, the burning saint in ember
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| Let her glow ignored while she was complete
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| There is so many days and i still have my dreams
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| Youre standing still in the shadows
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| Id call it lost you save face
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| But its passion and its burning my heart out
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| Scarred now if i die with no soul may i be set in glory
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| Though you may not agree youre calling beckoning
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| So cute seduce me A massachusetts wonder your soul devoured
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| Youre calling this out, though wrapped in denial
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| I see the finale
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| Cannot replace whats programmed but it can combust
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| Take this body burn this soul
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| Collapse these dirty lungs
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| Slow down the effects of no hope
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| So call it, you wanted to be inspired? |
| solved…
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| This is only existence as we have made it a reaming hole
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| And i cannot see
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| Push my kaleidoscope a little farther
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| I want too see the sun crash
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| Longing to stand at the vernanda and lunge
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| Ive see every shore spat in their mouths
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| Counted the faces i long to burn out
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| Every presence knowing i did right… did so well every intention to burn out
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| this city
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| For all… i long… |