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The Diamond Light
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Sabbath
Making shapes in my head. I'm tracing outlines of the prophets and celebrities I thought to be dead. You command the best from me. But the taste of mothers blood don't got that kick I always thought it should be.
If you're all out of excuses you're breaking the law. It's dumb you have excuses at all.
I'm tracing frames from beneath my bed. 'Cause I have to hide from something, so I'm hiding from those books that I've read.
Not all your actions have come from reactions I saw. I know I can only run for so long.
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