| You crush a delicate moth wing
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| I see the stain on your fingertips
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| As if the body was absent
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| As if the flame was a sycophant
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| And now I carry you with me
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| Wrapped in my thoughts like a spider web
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| I let your words get the best of me
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| An unconditional relevance
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| Digested
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| Spit out, and then
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| Misdirect
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| This bitter end
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| You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| I escape but I carry you with me
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| Harvest and bring a yield sickening
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| A mistake, but I carry you with me
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| Cut Byzantine, so brilliant
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| Fade 'cause it's all temporary
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| Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| Escape, I carry you with me
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| Eyes shining in the dark
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| Like crystal pools
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| I can hear your heart
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| Disgusting
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| Fade from me
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| You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| I escape but I carry you with me
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| Harvest and bring a yield sickening
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| A mistake, but I carry you with me
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| Cut Byzantine, so brilliant
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| Fade 'cause it's all temporary
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| Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| Escape, I carry you with me
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| You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| I escape but I carry you with me
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| Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed
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| I escape but I carry you with me |