| Do not speak of boundaries, love
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| The further you’re away, the more the intense the need becomes
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| The doubts are on parade
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| So pitifully human, hiding hunched up in the cold
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| Simply making up the numbers because I could not break the mold
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| There’s no escape, so tell me just how is life since you crawled to the island?
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| The island of our dreams within
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| Into the arms of someone rude, a nail unzips your spine
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| It’s biting on your tiny wrists and spinning you a line
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| Don’t stand that psychic surgery
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| The legions of the damned are significantly worse than me kicking all that sand
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| in my sad face on the island
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| The island of our dreams within
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| A demon seed’s usurping mine, now what else can I choose?
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| From this wheelchair I will now resign, I shall not be excused
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| Of being such a cretin, with a skill for self abuse
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| How is life out there on the island?
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| The island of our dreams within |