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Melancholy To Think |
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Melancholy to think/Can�t feel the pain of his mind/Streets that glow in the dark/To show all of your shadows/Yet you�re somehow blind/Can�t see them on anybody/But know they must be there./Assume the worst in paranoia/In the numbness that is this./Taking over everything that meant something/Turning it into meaninglessness./And it�s all the painting/The masterpiece of beauty/Heard of love before/Think it�s come back to laugh/On the streets that glow in the dark/Before they light on fire/And run and catch everyone/Assume the worst in paranoia/In the numbness that is this./Takes over everything that meant something/And turns it into. |
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