"Petals falling from the engine.
Can you see the number?
Can you trace the name?
Sifting through you trash.
A piece of ancient history.
A ballad of an old one.
Nothing wrong with you.
What a numb excuse.
Nothing quite so tame
As when you’re finally under.
A vengeful darling.
Subbing for Eden.
And I consume the raging fire
And I can feel the depths of the ocean.
And I become consumed by desire.
And I swear I thought of you."

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