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52 lines
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# Senseless Murmurs of the Estranged (~~The~~ Last Night)
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*Slithering fangs and pointy tails*\
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*Tell me if I'm not feeling well*\
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*My mindscape's hazard lights sing symphonies that plead me not to crash*\
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*Maybe that last line's just a touch-*\
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*I'm feeling obsessed with feeling up*\
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*But the rhythm of our continued stumbling keeps me anchored on the act*
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*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
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*Break it down a little first*
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*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
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*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
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*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
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*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy*
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*Cold night summer sunsets bail*\
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*Another take out date night last meal*\
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*Surrender my senses call my cell and keep my phrases right on track*\
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*The writing is on the wall tonight*\
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*Blinding reflections kill my sight*\
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*A murderous moment of dismemberment from feelings that you lack*
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*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
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*Break it down a little first*
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*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
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*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
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*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
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*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy*
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*Call me out on conflict resolution from temptation of my thoughts*\
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*Shatter the glass and flip the script of all the preface that you wrought*\
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*I'm not seeing light;*\
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*this blurry image right;*\
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*choke my eyes, drain my voice;*\
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*break my ego, mayday;*\
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*I'll take solace knowing this will be the last night of this play*\
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*Where I'm the actor, you're the audience and I'm the one who pays*
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*Maybe I'm not making sense*\
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*Break it down a little first*
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*Singing out my heartstrings like they never gave a pause*\
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*I'm writing another washed out drawn out rant recalling how we stalled*\
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*And I can't stab myself in places that I know I shouldn't keep-*\
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*Me- I mean you, and this is true, I'm waking from this heavy sleep*\
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*I'll write my will, I've had my doubts, I'm singing songs, I'm bleeding out*\
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*Waterfalls perched on the windows of my dreary excess pout*\
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*And you were always the one I asked for in my nighttime bender gleam*\
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*Separate the colors, strip my words, and paint the walls with apathy* |