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Where the fields and forests lie without name
Won't they snare us in their subtle games won't they hold us all to blame?
In silent pages where words are lost without trace
They'll tease us with an eager tounge wearing masks upon their face
Crowding close in the depths of careless waste
I'll shoulder your unease and tears, counter fears with endless grace
Calling out when the final fall is near
They don't want us in your opened arms they don't need us 'round you dear
Paranoid!
You've got your rightous inhibitions, nightly sick addictions,
Are you down?
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