I didn't tell you the truth Maybe that's why, That the gloomy self-implication still shed lights on my lies The shapes of them being so clear, Don't you see? What a clumsy composition, The distortion we had all comes too close I can see it clearly That lust for love were so bare and mutilated It imprisoned itself and shouted for humiliation, ridiculously And in the middle of the picture, The densest and most twisted part-- People are clamorosly watching Its being beheaded, by seeing and deceit Yet I never know what the accusation was -- It's like learning a new language Helps me catch up on my mime If you don't bring up those lonely parts This could be a good time You come here to me. We'll pick up those lonely parts and set them down -Interpol <Leif Erikson> --

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