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A Moon lighting minor down on our epic ambitions, we are open prey for vultures |
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Lying out, lying within the rhyme scheme, the theme of a lyrical couplet punctures a dream, |
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And then in it seeps; dour realities rousing me into cravings and caffeine. |
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Counter Attack |
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We are all deluded with grandeur, our epic ambitions dragging us through the wars |
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To the next birthday, now it's only a crippling comedown away. |
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And so you'll pray tonight for the first time in years, you call some anonymous being, |
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Expressing a longing you're feeling so filling. |
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Call a deeper, lower, coma |
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Counter attack |
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A Moon lighting minor down on our epic ambitions, we are open prey for vultures |
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Lying out, lying within the rhyme scheme, the theme of a lyrical couplet punctures a dream, |
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And then in it seeps; dour realities rousing me into cravings and caffeine. |
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Now all of our dreams are perforated |
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Keep belonging under the ether's vultures, thirty years below a slumber lies the rhyme scheme |
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Where love is obese; Your love is obese. |
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Deeper, lower, coma |
