| It’s in the sky, chronicled
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| The colour gleams, ultra clean
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| Stripped back to expose one eye
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| Always waiting patiently, numb
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| Temptation of salvation, crumbling
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| You tripped on a hole you dug
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| Look to the sky, in the fading light
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| You see yourself rise
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| It’s coming back home to come and get you
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| Eating you from the inside out
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| Fade in time, feel the weight of surprise
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| Undisguised, whispered alibies
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| You got a dirty face
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| Please arrive at a place in time
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| See the prize twisted in your eyes
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| You got a dirty face
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| Oh you smell nice to entice, fool
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| Cos in the last 24 people fooled you more
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| Just let you do it, fathead
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| But you better, goddamn
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| Oh no, now you just look dead
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| But you know it’s too late to know now
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| Oh no, now you just look dead
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| Dead
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| I will wait along time |