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Missteps and precepts silently lain
Fall in a trap and you can't make it happen
Trying to see if my hands would stay clean
Caught in a state of appetitive napping
Who knows what they'd do, afraid you see through?
Alter the signpost, offer the blindfold
Marchers parade you, necks strain to view
Safe for a scene in the sweetest amnesia
Emptier handed the trader must stray
Rates of the hour would soon have abated
Strangely succeeded by a journeyman lost
Stuck in his heyday, losing already
Who knows what they'd do, afraid you see through?
Alter the signpost, offer the blindfold
Marchers parade you, necks strain to view
Safe for a scene in the sweetest amnesia
Who knows what I'd do divided in two?
Hope for the side that gave life the least reason
Wander along my oblivion
See what it means in the sweetest amnesia
Facing traces unsure
End up outside of me
Washed up decidedly
Leaving reasons no fewer
No more relationship
Don't make a case of it
Taken aback by a look
Struggle to hold my place
Show them my bravest face
My society guiding me
Back to my chair
Here in my nowhere
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