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Bleak VanityI had a dream I was dead in the sunshineThe dirt was warm but my body was cold My eyes open frozen to the blue sky The snake still singing as I lay told I had a dream that all the feeling of the world left me Prettiest I’ve ever seen you smiling on your own This abandonment has left me inside a vacant shell Awake to a replica impression of a take that that’ll never escape you Tie both hands into believing Those fairy tales are glamorised by years of pinned down decisions Tie both hands into believing Your principles are glamorised by years of bleak vanity Bleeding out slow The dream is now a replica Aiding our tasteless cry Carried to the unknown Pulling down The fallen pieces by my feet carried astray leaving only one On my knees now I believe that I don’t need you to find myself My prides amnesia that I’ve conceived to charm the ghost of forgotten love Hollow with silence I show my teeth there can only be one Bleeding out slow The dream is now a replica Aiding our tasteless cry Carried to the unknown Pulling down Tie both hands into believing |