| Sepia snapshot
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| Narrating my previous life
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| And a mountain of other lies
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| Numbers and letters
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| Surfacing from a sea of
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| Treacle blackened stone
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| And carrying me back home
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| I hear the language of flowers
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| And now i don’t hear anything else
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| Voices from nowhere seducing me
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| To all the lyrics of the world
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| My balance has been disturbed
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| Time stumbles drunkenly
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| While lives are frozen
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| Until they’re born again
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| Ripening in the sun
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| I hear the language of flowers
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| And now i don’t hear anything else
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| I wasn’t cut out for this
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| But my heart was
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| I wasn’t cut out for this |