Flourishing - By Which We're Cemented | Текст песни

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Forever in the yard searching. What better way to spend the slow dance to the grave? Truth in innocence, so real. When everything's against it, breathing's a luxury. Repeat just what they say. It's a birthright though short-lived. I see smiles melt into mere existence. One's first tooth, a metaphor. A sign our true selves are ill-fated from the start. Repeat just what they say. We've all paid close attention. The longer you've been, the further along you are. There is no turning back. None of us have any purity.

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