| Spare me the night trampled upon by submission
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| A mask within one’s own inhibition
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| Where the only prohibition is love
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| Spare me the night trampled upon by submission
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| A mask within one’s own inhibition
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| Where the only prohibition is love
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| Love
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| Children outcry, grandfather sky
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| Rivers surviving through our eyes
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| We certify, how you falsify
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| The beauty of a moth turned butterfly, butterfly
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| Spare me the night trampled upon by submission
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| A mask within one’s own inhibition
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| Where the only prohibition is love
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| We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions
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| We are being sodomized by repetitions
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| Oceans calcified, eagles gratified
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| I won’t be crucified nor terrified, I’m not terrified
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| Before we say goodbye, no need to falsify
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| The beauty of a moth turned butterfly, butterfly
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| Spare me the night trampled upon by submission
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| A mask within one’s own inhibition
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| Where the only prohibition is love
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| We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions
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| We are being sodomized by repetitions
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| We are being sacrificed by our own suspicion
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| We are being sodomized by repetition
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| Dark gray matter of fact sky
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| Nannies are nights with our half sister moon
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| Why can’t we switch automatically to Eco-centric persuasions?
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| Why can’t we ditch autocracy for Eco-centric persuasions now?
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| We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions
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| We are being sodomized by repetition
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| We are being sacrificed by our own suspicions
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| We are being sodomized by repetition |