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It feeds, and grows, inside your eyes
The air, it forces, between the deep
Less vacation, fornication
The noise, the noise have fear
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears
Drawing us to this naked paradise
Keep pace with them will make you sin
Fragile brush, and nemo grin
Excessive surveillance, your camera's clear
Under the soil, never spoils
So clear, so frail, just entails
Despise the moment, when you are here
So clear, so frail, just entails
Despise the moment, when you are here
The noise, the noise have fear
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears
Drawing us to this naked paradise
Less vacation, fornication
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