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Inches to the Skyline Inches to the skyline, Miles from the truth, Walking on a thin line, Searching for some proof. Destiny is purity That forces dirty deeds, Common sense in ignorance That giggles while it bleeds. You think it holds the answers To how it all will end. To Lady Luck, you're just a fuck A secret, local trend. Crusty eyelids breaking through The morning's quiet calm, Awaken things inside of you That linger until dawn. Sleeping, warm and cozy, Your blanket is your fear. Forget about the skyline... ...Inches are miles from here. |
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