| Writing in circles and tearing out pages
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| Quietly plotting our fictional lives
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| Potential unmet when our hands can’t seem to move
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| Secrets well kept when words can’t spell our truths
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| I know that you have been screaming silently
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| I know that you will find your peace
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| Collecting the samples and counting the years
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| Quietly plotting our fictional lives
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| We embrace and detach, we persist and we cope
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| We quiver and shiver, we flicker and we hope
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| I know that you hide your pain under thick skin
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| We all sing the same song to a different tune
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| I keep on rephrasing this open invitation
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| I reinvent myself, we reinvent ourselves
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| There are demons inside of us
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| (Internal combustion we will consume ourselves)
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| (External compulsion we will dilute ourselves)
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| This is an exorcism
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| We’ve got to dance with disaster
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| We’ve got to shake off all doubts
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| We’ve got to take comfort in chaos
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| We’ve got to sing it all out
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| This is an exorcism |