Stories and pages blended in your bookmarks of memories and cover-ups condense us until we burn away. Presses with ink as red as lips feeling a fault smashing against our cheek, deceiving our open eyes and front page love.
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Gaining back what's lost is gone when columns turn to stone.
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Believe what we tell you. Keep flipping pages, build up reactions. Believe what we tell you. Frequencies flowing, build up reactions.
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Headliners flash across our eyes deleting honesty through hidden lines. A barrier of what is truth slowly dissolves. But these times call for building up reactions to keep you from being told.
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Gaining back what's lost is gone when columns turn to stone.
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Believe what we tell you. Keep flipping pages, build up reactions. Believe what we tell you. Frequencies flowing, build up reactions.
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Exhausting eyes build up reactions. Keep from being told.
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Believe What We Tell You
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