| Maybe I’ll break down
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| Maybe I’ll try
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| Circumvent inoculation
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| And I just want a cut
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| When will I break down?
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| Lately I might
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| Un-connect the fascination
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| And I just want to touch
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| This is a list
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| They’re my demands
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| Forget the question
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| Come on bring your nervous hands
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| You read it in my letter
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| «Patience worth is dead»
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| Suffocate the inkwell
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| «I am legion"said the pen
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| Her seraph snout
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| And cruciform limp
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| I blame the shrouding of a lesser man
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| My sigil contraptions
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| They walk with no crutches
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| Don’t show me the hinges
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| I am absent
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| Maybe I’ll break down
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| Maybe I’ll try
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| Circumvent inoculation
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| And I just want a cut
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| When will I break down?
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| Lately I might
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| Un-connect the fascination
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| And I just want to touch
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| She came to me
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| When she was pouring out of drool
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| Under sedation
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| Under vulgar multitudes
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| If you stay and try
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| To fix what you did
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| The sheets were wet from all those messages
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| A million petitions
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| Her lock with no key
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| You forfeit the right to be believed
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| Full implant
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| Shapeless as a jewel
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| And I am stranded by eternal solitude
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| Maybe I’ll break down
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| Maybe I’ll try
|
| Circumvent inoculation
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| And I just want a cut
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| When will I break down?
|
| Lately I might
|
| Un-connect the fascination
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| And I just want to touch
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| The vault that I call home
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| It falls beneath your palms
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| Before I crawl my way out
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| She calls
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| When you’re standing right outside my window
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| Water thirsting
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| You’re standing right outside my window
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| Water thirsting
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| When will I drown?
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| I’ll never get a distant shot
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| Heard vessper pure
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| I never want to see your face
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| Until the word is made flesh
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| You’d better ask Metatron
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| Those flowers that withered away
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| In the pages of your book
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| For one day they won’t block your route
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| In the dead plot you dream in
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| Ten go away
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| Ten born of pray
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| Ten go away
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| Folding wormholes
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| My time is riding in the alphabet
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| Folding wormholes
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| My time is writing on the wall
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| In the dead plot you dream in
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| Ten go away
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| Ten born of pray
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| Ten go away
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| Folding wormholes
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| My time is riding in the alphabet
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| Folding wormholes
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| My time is writing on the wall
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| Debase by your sentence
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| I fell in the trap
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| What door slid behind me?
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| I can’t see it anymore
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| When she sleeps as a witness
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| Got no better hands
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| Tied a single stutter
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| Do you speak my dialect?
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| Accidents will happen
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| Keep your earnings to yourself
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| One sip under the table
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| Until it moves all by itself
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| In the eye of fatima
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| I’ve kept all your dreams
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| In a waking solution of indictment
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| Maybe I’ll break down
|
| Maybe I’ll try
|
| Circumvent inoculation
|
| And I just want a cut
|
| When will I break down?
|
| Lately I might
|
| Un-connect the fascination
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| And I just want to touch |