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You stare at me with those eyes
And you care how it is that beauty dies
In the air its breaking record cold
And we've sold our soul and after glow
For a dream of tangerine blossoming
In the bosom of a magazine
With all this concrete and constant shuffling feet
We pay no mind to the others in the street
It's obscene how are minds burn like gasoline
To fill the time between each daydream
You might as well taste it
Go out and embrace it
Or maybe not
Not at all
Reconstruct the lines now that we have the time
Time is rich and full of certain bliss
From each kiss we give and take at night
I will write my instructions in blood
While we await the flood

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from A Melancholia Falling Thru, released January 20, 2014

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