| She says I’m boring her camera
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| It takes more to delight the cadaver
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| Night eyes on icy patrols
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| Yours were not so Nazi feline
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| Mine were as dead as monks
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| And our particles are in motion
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| Night eyes producing ashes
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| We love to view unfortunate passions
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| Still, she takes my photo to bed
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| No mere limp verse could incite
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| Identity destruction
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| Our particles are in motion
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| Sometimes, we’re not legible
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| But we’re the same strange animal
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| Let them say our love is peculiar, don’t care
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| There’s only now, no ever after
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| We won’t let it end in disaster
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| You are my twin, no, I will never go there |