[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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[Music: T. E. Tunheim]
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I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
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chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
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Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been
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interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between
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C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
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I crawl my way through morphine days
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anodyne at least, in opiating grace
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I knew it was killing me
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but the apple seemed so sweet
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and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
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I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases
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there's a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces
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I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be
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these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me
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In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond).
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Thou art petite, thou art pristine...
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(and) my superlatives are not just words
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The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell
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we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere
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C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
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I crawl my way through morphine days
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anodyne at least, in opiating grace
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I knew it was killing me
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but the apple seemed so sweet
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and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
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I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care
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tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear
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I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die
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deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high...
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C17-H19-NO3-H2O
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Enslavement Of Beauty |