| Braced for a collision
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| Long before a hint of harm
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| A distant plea just loops, repeats
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| Much like a car alarm
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| Saying «pleasure is a cancer child
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| You must address your health»
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| Soft open of an injury
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| Invoked to make me well
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| Happiness is stillness
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| There’s a u-haul in my heart
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| Teeming with full speed ahead
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| Needle tipped into the red
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| Conviction is the catalyst
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| That drives us far apart
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| A banner read simply unfurled
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| Misery conquers the world
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| There’s no respite from damage
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| When so violently instilled
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| The product of a panic button
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| Sticky from a spill
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| Sidetracked by bitter ironies
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| Sincerely insincere
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| Brute soldiering through suffering
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| It gripped my hand, slow danced me here
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| Misery loves company
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| And we’re an LLC
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| Welded in purest intent
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| Spending good will we were lent
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| Dourness incorporated
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| Founded under me
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| Mission states «downward I swirl
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| Misery conquers the world»
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| Let the bodies hit the floor
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| A smile’s not a smile anymore
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| The breadth of my obsession
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| Left impressions on my pawns
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| Monkey will do as he sees
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| A legion unlovable me
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| Life is imitation
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| And the Carolers I spawn
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| Follow with tails pinned and curled
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| Spirits all twisted and twirled
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| Expression inept
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| Crayons connect
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| A message that reads
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| Quite backwards indeed
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| Misery conquers the world |