| false impressions can delight me
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| no transgressions no reality
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| your discretion lacks or mine does
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| my coercion tact — i have none
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| round in circles
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| floating free until it drops
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| and it always does
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| and all my fears return again
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| a final trick to learn the end
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| this obsession won’t allow me to
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| face rejection — fear is blinding
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| pounding forward
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| sure it’s never coming back
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| but it always does
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| and all my fears return again
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| the wounded wick will burn and then…
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| you’re quickly putting out my flame
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| and you’re not showing any shame
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| you wrap your fingers round my throat and
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| won’t release til i’m playing dead
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| you’re telling me that you’re unsure
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| but we’ve both been here before
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| i’m only lying to myself
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| and i know what’s coming next
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| i know what’s coming
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| and all my fears return again
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| the wounded wick will burn and then
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| all my fears return again
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| a final trick to learn the end |