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All this tenderness has come to nothing |
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All that we require is being rearranged |
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I've no wish to look to the future |
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For my expectations will no doubt be changed |
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Just rolling along on the rest of the waves |
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My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed |
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Poisoned pens in invisible paper |
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Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists |
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What is the chance of us living |
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Some of our simplest dreams |
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Are all the structures we build here |
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Really as frail as they seem |
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The dying are the lovers of this modern world |
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The power and the glory survives |
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With radioactive bargaining |
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And the valueness of our lives |
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My turn to crumble |
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My turn to fall |
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From so very humble |
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To nothing at all |
