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Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace into my heart |
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With the dragon's weight and police make siren sounds wind down my street to take |
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The breath from my lungs sweet |
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I tried so hard to cover up this taste, it's like a sinner's constant fall from grace |
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I changed my name, my voice, my face |
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I killed my name, my voice, my pace and antibiotics on the sixteenth day of |
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Mai I lost my will |
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Forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has killed my faith |
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IT's drowning me in stereo and waste and all my bridges burn together |
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And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line |
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I follow blind, you tried to help me but |
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I have to drown |
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Acts of faith the makeup on my sinner's face |
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I run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste |
