I am,
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I was self,
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It's what I turned to be,
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A solid stone through violin,
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It may not think (make?) just be
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but when I close my eyes to dream,
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i felt the wind, the rain,
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and a clouded sky that seems,
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happy to stay (happily stained)
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I was,
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Once I was,
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irreversible, but (burnt?) space,
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between me and what you made of me,
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and how others crowd the sane ((cry the same))
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but when I close my eyes to dream,
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i felt the wind, the rain,
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and a clouded sky that seems,
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happy to stay (happily stained)
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i was,
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once I was,
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burnt smoke and flesh and flames,
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we now sing to an act of love,
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how (that, we?) can always do the same
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but when I close my eyes to dream,
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i felt the wind, the rain,
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and a clouded sky that seems,
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happily stained
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Tons Confession
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| Blonde Redhead |
