| Sickle, sickle, set me aside
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| Burn the bridge, no mercy tonight
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| As they run to retrograde love
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| And I know the spectre is calling
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| Mountains are falling below into replication
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| And I lay to waste my life, halcyon days and nights
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| So I could be one of them, I could be one of them
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| Promises buried twice, down where they won't survive
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| So I could be one of them, gripping to relevance
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| (These silhouettеs will drive me crazy)
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| Brittle sparrow, palе by design
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| Delicate, they corner my mind
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| Feel them run, I'm feeling them run
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| Precious is the retrograde
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| In power, with no emotion
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| It brings devotion and starts to fade
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| And I lay to waste my life, halcyon days and nights
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| So I could be one of them, I could be one of them
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| Promises buried twice, down where they won't survive
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| So I could be one of them, gripping to relevance
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| (I could be one of them)
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| These silhouettes will make me contemplate
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| (I grip to relevance)
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| Will I fit or will I fade away?
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| (I could be one of them)
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| Burning bridges as devotions fade
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| (I grip to relevance)
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| Irrelevance is eminent, I could be one of them |