this place, no more
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Split
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while you drift away/the glass box
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shadows like spires/visions of excess
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sonder
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things hidden
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escape
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euphoria
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empty pathways
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no place left
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when I step outside at dusk I can hear faint singing in the distance
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with each passing day
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unending
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eyes filled with gold
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the world we disappear to
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