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I want to be fit

to take your breath

and exhale a resolution

I want to be fit

to sing along

with a pair of sunset lungs



where do you walk

where do I taste the wind behind you

I lose my vail

it hopes that you will stare right trough me



I can hear you crying for that halo

that isn't even yours for you to lose

and you tell me that your bound to your circle

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toss me like a rope

and hopefully you'll have their approval

inside the imitation that I loath

with the callow hands and the bad knees

all suckers for the taste of illusion



to you to hold and cradle

I lose my faith

in hopes that you will stare right trough me



I can hear you crying for that halo

that isn't even yours for you to lose

and you tell me that your bound to your circle

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