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The Science Of Things |
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there is nothing to be done no people to be saved no pets we've never named 40 miles from the sun as darkness craves the mind we come undone with out our price no time on earth to come all the letters just begun 40 miles from the sun in our coats beneath the layers wash my skin of all the hate we should sleep late everything just kind of grates 40 miles from the sun i need to lose to make it right i confront the stars tonight i will babble i will bite you'll never know how much you shine 40 miles from the sun |
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