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deep one perfect morningas the sun is heading upinto the skyand i'm sitting here warmingto the coldness of the thingsthat meet my eyesomething in me's stirringand the moon and all the starsfail to complyand my thoughts are turning backwardsand i'm picking at the piecesof a world that keeps turningthe screws into my mindsomething in me's chillingand nothing in me's willingto focus my attentionon the skypast the weakened eyesthat feel and screaminto your soulbetter to paint my hateon the wallsbefore the picture goesand my thoughts are turning backwardsand i'm picking at the piecesof a world that keeps turningthe screws in my mindand i can see a wide worldfor me to tame
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