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no candycoloured paradiseno stary blackholed eyesno more dreams of neverendthrough embers only dark descendsno more comatose sleepwalkingno feeble sideshow toungetalkingnot even crucified you'd get that farnor escape the shining mourningstarno lies shall opiate your sensesno spying glasses with shaded lensesnor suns that burn a brighter tintjust lucid weaves in pristine mintno more angels in the snowno more hunting high and lowno more water in our veinsto seek out gold from grainsno fight to win or looseno single path to chooseno second comind at alljust a simple rise and fall |