| The secret arranged in fading light
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| Drifts beneath those moving lips
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| Surpassing televisionary musings
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| The harrowing clips of vicious mouths
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| Feeding off twice used silver spoons
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| Alludes to an elemental loss of engagement
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| The lights are dying slowly now within the pull of moving trains
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| In come the devils of day light and the mention of unnamely names
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| The ghost within the shattered woman crying out for youth and grace
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| Wishing she had a momentary change within her scowling face
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| As time passes between our wheels
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| In yellow stripes and blackened stones
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| We remember those who made our lives and changed them
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| The lovers who rustled like Autumn leaves
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| The old man dining in his tomb
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| And the boys who raised their drinks in merriment
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| With tiny movements of elegant lace that softly embrace your beautiful face
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| Ill climb into your royal chamber and lay upon my tired spine
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| And fall into the sweetest of slumbers
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| Wake in my lucid mind of higher and higher
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| Rise above the burning flames of hell fire
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| This could be our childhood dreams
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| Or what has lately seemed
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| The end of all sweet pleasantry, you choose which
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| The pressure is building slowly now
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| But soon it will burn up the sky
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| As our hands are raised for win or loss
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| In hopes the guns will fall
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| And we’ll go running to the temples
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| Where life is just a dollar sign
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| And raze the beast for all of his crimes and start anew |