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It excludes strangers It excites suspicion Pass the baton I think I'm ready Complex Crisis Ignorance of contex Disregard the past Tick from a list No stop look Right on the edge of what's possible Bad memories make for good alchemists A secret code I'm no Turin No intention to say solve No intention to say love?
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Terror Of Falling
It excludes strangers It excites suspicion Pass the baton I think I'm ready Complex Crisis Ignorance of contex Disregard the past Tick from a list No stop look Right on the edge of what's possible Bad memories make for good alchemists A secret code I'm no Turin No intention to say solve No intention to say love?
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
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