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From the deep and dead ditches of a most common senses
I'm lifting you up, damn the consequences
Damn all resolutions, damn all benefaction
My heart still stays opened (even if for a fraction)
So you think you can tell what it takes to be down?
You will teach me how to breathe when you start to drown?
I've been through all of this since the stars rose to sky
Try to cut off your wings and then teach me to fly...
Leave your down-filled beds for the dolls of your thoughts
And wither in burning pain seasoned in droughts
When you'll come out the other side burned black and blue
Then you're allowed to tell me... will it still be true?
My heart needs more repairs than the Flying Dutch's ship
The life's full of obstacles you'd like to skip
The matter of proximity is the matter of lenses...
Take me - let's go to hell with consequences
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