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On the bottom
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How deep can you reach
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into another human being?
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We make ourselves to
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knives peeling masks,
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crushes lies
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in old thoughts, tearing
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down closes in
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rusty dreams
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making new undergrounds in
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hidden rooms
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Down there we are alone
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together one by one
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Such a pain being so near each others
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and only see the bottom in ourselves
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Empty bodies
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fear of the unknown
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the loneliness is
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totally and born plain honesty
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You found me, and know me
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as no one could bear
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Here is nothing to hide behind
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Lying open and naked for you
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You can murder my soul now
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if you want
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But there, in the middle
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of nothing It shows up a thin,
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strong line
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Love -
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Its the only thing
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there is
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the only thing
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we know
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me and you..
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