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You wait by the window
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Morning's breath on the sill
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Idle hands given another try
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So you wait and you savour the moment
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Outside the canvas turned white
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Ruby eyes in the fog
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Rain washing clean all the sins
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A liquid gown that covers all
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Your loathe turns endless
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Opened mirage soothes your sense
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Locked on the pinnacle
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The best secret within
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Like a derelict child
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Heart burning for a stranger
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Ascending to the meek
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Flock round the liars in awe
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Caked in the soil beneath
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Fear me when we meet
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Turn away in admiration
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My firm grip round the nucleus of joy
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Enough of this
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You will leave me now
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You will see it now
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Perish at my hands
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Close to you
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Tangled up in hair
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Fresh stigma look
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Shall I take you with me
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And it is cold
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Ruby eyes in the fog
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It is me
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And you are just like them all
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Stained by the names of fathers
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I'm greeting my downward fall
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Leaving the throes to others
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And you are just like them all
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Stained by the names of fathers
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I'm greeting my downward fall
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Leaving the throes to others
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__________________________
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Name The Funeral Portrait
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Artist Opeth
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Album Black Water Park
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