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When all the numbers swim together and all the shadows settle |
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When doors forced open shut again a flytrap and a petal |
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My eyes burn and claws rush in to fill them |
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And in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light |
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It is so clear i realize and here at last i have my eyes |
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When all the figures sound retreat the soft skin starts to shrivel |
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When dreams made real become less sweet the orchid and the metal |
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My sex turns and claws rush in to spill them |
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And in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light |
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It is so pure i can arrive without the fear of seeing my eyes |
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When all the characters full size and every moon is level |
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When all the spirits burn in lies as center grief by steel |
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My eyes burn and claws rush in to fill them |
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But in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light |
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It is so clear i realize and now at last i have my eyes |
