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When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...
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A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...
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Its difficult laying in bed.
Remembering his hands around my body...
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I was half way it seems
Between your world and hell...
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If I could I'd steal your final breath
Watch you just lay there and die...
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I dropped into to the desperate dogma of a prayer.
Knees buckled on that ancient cathedral floor...
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Marks line my body like the telephone poles
That line an otherwise empty expanse in Arizona...
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How did we get here,
where did we go wrong...
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This smattering of secrets between us
Is gnawing at our burrowed silence...
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I could not once revive your heart
after the break of day...
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What happens to society
When it hits a dead end...
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words form the distant whispers
I want to fall on her pages...