| I’m standing still staring at the sun
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| fashioning end of oblivion,
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| but its just a common misconception.
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| I’m screaming in but I’m silent out.
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| My best to suss what I’m all about.
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| Leaving breadcrumbs back to central station.
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| Stuck on a wire, and out on a fence.
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| Putting it up to a second chance.
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| Suffering through the common sense.
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| Losing it all to gain it back.
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| I’m coming in, but I’m leaving out
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| everything you get on about.
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| Speak in tongues seducing fabrication.
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| I’m throwing curse like I’m throwing stones,
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| and checking sins that I can’t atone.
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| But I’m here demanding satisfaction. |