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If I was independent like a stream
I'd drown any mathematician who/that tried calculate me
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Lyrics:
on the print of an image of some bit of your skin is a film of dust that must be wiped clean
Piano accompaniment - excerpt from Erik Satie's, "Embryons desséchés, II. D'Edriophthalma. Sombre"
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I did not want to take this long
But you told me I would
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Which winter fires breathe life into this myth?
The rush of goosebump and flight of bliss only talk about what can be had.
The love that is sought is not.
We are not babble, but yes we can't exist.
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The difference in the way
in which a claim is constructed
is based mostly on
precepts of discipline
acquired through volitional acceptance
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and you told me how you left it bleeding
and how you were scared that it had meaning
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released March 19, 2012