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My revenge engine’s been turned on
The radio tuned to a suicide song
I can’t let go
I still don’t know what’s wrong
But I…
Have not enough brawn to keep this up for long
I paint a knife in the moon
And put blood in the sun
I say I’ll see you soon
Still skeptical
But I can’t put
My trust in just
Anyone
I’ve got disaster waiting for me
Inside her laughter
She’s screaming to be
With all this cheerful conforming
Inside I’m after
Extraordinary
And that disaster in its dormant state
Inside it sits
On a silver plate
Left on the seat with the keys locked in
Rotting in the sun
And I would tell you
But I
Don’t know how to begin
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