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My violence is a dream, a 'real dream'
A skinny arm, a crush on living sin
My violence is a sleeping head, nodding out to rising bliss
I left home for experience, carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest
My violence is the number coming out of prayer
Find it in the father, find it in a girl
There's a thing in my memory holding on for dear life
With a feeling of secrets beating up under my flesh
My tongue is tied, I'm sleeping nights awake
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