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I wish we could cut past the platitudes And speak la langue franche You and me Cut past the trivialities And get to the core Great men have been there Mapping 9 levels to the inferno Or drawing solitude But we put on pedestals All those who divert our attention From the core And elevate to the rank of gods The salesmen of longevity and eternal youth But you and me I think that tonight We could chip at the terrifying core
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
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I wish we could cut past the platitudes And speak la langue franche You and me Cut past the trivialities And get to the core Great men have been there Mapping 9 levels to the inferno Or drawing solitude But we put on pedestals All those who divert our attention From the core And elevate to the rank of gods The salesmen of longevity and eternal youth But you and me I think that tonight We could chip at the terrifying core
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
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