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Our Creation
Our creation must be by some mistake.
God's silver lining, timed not to exist.
Those constellations never asked to be lumped as one.
From your icy stares to the surface of the sun.
From the surface of the sun, surface of the sun.
From your opened mouth drips the saliva onto the barrel of my gun,
straight through to the ceiling.
Her feelings less and his has just begun.
Running off the edge, clawing out our eyes.
Territory here is unknown...unknown.
A PBR a sedative fix, your elixir's often easy to make.
From the surface of the sun.
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