painting
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in my darkest corner
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my violent actions connect me to reality
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yet only just above
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the meatiest part
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tragedy plus time equals comedy
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she flew to escape (III)
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she fled to be free
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face against the dark wood
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she flew to escape (V)
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spinning to avoid the chaos
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my future is an altar
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she flew to escape (IV)
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tears take me home on these bike paths
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circe vii: the thing is, mate
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it dawned on her she was not alone
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scratching at her scalp
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to rise above
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soaring above only to tumble below
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she flew to escape
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as she flew she spiralled
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when our most perilous moment is upon us (after pasiphae)
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fattening the geese
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circe ii: i dedicate myself to this altar
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the mermaid of gob-ny-ooyl
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third time's a charm
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what she is she will remain
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a golden cage is still a cage
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of that she will never be free (after media)
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circe vi: starving, hoping she’ll find faith in the stars
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the lazy wife