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Pseudo - Squander |
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Plummet |
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Crunch |
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On the feet of the gods do the endless munch |
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Hunger |
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Open - Whoosh... Wind |
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BOOM |
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The Ash Grey Door of Doom |
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The moon is still |
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The stars are... still |
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The wind is still still |
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But not completely gone |
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The moon is still |
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The stars are... still |
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The wind is still still |
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But not completely gone |
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BOOM |
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Black circles in the dust spinning on a wind deprived of its lust |
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The sky above is bent and swings to the sound of silent things |
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BOOM |
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I can't have it all |
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Flee the moment and the moment will find you |
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I can't take this call but I can hear it |
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I CAN HEAR IT |
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I can't find the words |
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Speak of the devil and the devil will find you |
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I'm here but not at all |
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BUT NOT AT ALL |
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BOOM |
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...and we know that within our model of a human heart is doomed |
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BOOM |
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And still there is that gleaming silence underneath a gaping sky and an empty moon |
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BOOM |
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No need to operate to save my life |
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The time is coming |
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Quickly sliding soon |
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So soon |
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All the breaths in all the world |
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Stop breathing |
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And so consumed |
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ARRIVE |
