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von Asylum 213

Could I afford the air, I could be all good now
Should I pretend to care, I could be all good now

Pave me under the streets
Show me the worst it can always be

Marcescent gloom from the time of bloom


Dead quiet in a crowded room
The "closer to god," the further from truth
A funny way to play pretend
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I should be so used to pain that I never feel a thing
Take the worst to make it first; Are we even existing?

Tired of trying, I′ve fried my soul
Tired of fighting, I'm getting too old

Too comfy in this earthly tomb
The older we get, the more we misuse
An adorable way to paint the end
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