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Oh, the eyes, so guiltless and cold |
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Unwise, unloved and disowned |
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The deadness and the suffocation |
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The in-between makes no impression |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |
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I remember days so slow and still |
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When little happened but life was fulfilled |
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The thrilling beauty of nothing to do |
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Just left to imagine a world that we could rule |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |
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Melancholy me |
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Eternal and complete |
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Melancholy you |
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Wrapped up in self-abuse |