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Open up to foggy streets and the shuffling of heavy feet
Passing through antique gates and lining up to whisper goodbyes
Freshly cut flowers rest in mud and sobs echo from the wind
that carries sound away along with pieces of our lives
Say we're dreaming, say we're discouraged and disgusted by life
Exit left to cloudy skies, proving that this day is
exactly what we always feared would happen when we kissed ourselves
Our first taste of escape
We are pure

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