| Seek emotional collisions
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| Live, we live through imprecisions
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| Need imaginable visions
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| To be vulnerable and so weak
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| Meet fragile indecisions
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| And see they’re making it worth to live…
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| No more weakness — I tried, restrained and kept it inside
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| Grew up and now that it’s time I can feel…
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| Hesitating dreams and empty promises
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| Kept it up but never knew what for
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| Lacking all those treasures that I used to miss
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| And then eventually to suffer more and more
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| Propagating spaces chasing feelings prophylactically away
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| Disgorging disinfected vacuums to stay
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| Holding back my tears it could not ease the pain
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| Always on the edge to lose it all
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| Waiting for the reasons but they never came
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| And while I waited I built up my proper wall
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| Isn’t it a paradox to hide and to avoid so sterilized
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| Which in the end you realize exactly is for what you strived
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| But now I’m giving in to visions that I tried to circumvent
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| And visualize my new experience for real … given, used, forgotten…
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| Apathetically sick and restrictive
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| Bureaucratically hollow and pale
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| An abstemious agent of victims
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| Agonizingly wrong it’ll fail
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| Meditative deliciously thoughtful
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| Melancholic poetically free
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| Just spontaneous sadness though painful
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| With a pinch of a powerful seed
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| Feed your soul with life — and you better believe it
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| Breathe it right inside so you know that you need it
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| Read your lines and find there’s no way to delete it
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| Deep within you hide…
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| Even while I listened could not hear the wind
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| Wasn’t there a light I did not see?
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| Always found an end before I could begin
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| What I saw reflecting wasn’t me
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| Crucified a moment for eternity
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| Spoke in words I could not understand
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| And I tried to find it — tried it desperately
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| But always saw it slipping through my hand |