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The stony face, a true reflection A sin to taste re-visitation All these walls have right angles And all these thoughts are pure triangles Don't hold me up for too long I'm not that tough I'm not that strong Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now? A broken heart with new direction A blank, blank line with no inflection All these walls have right angles And all these thoughts are pure triangles Don't hold me up for too long I'm not that tough I'm not that strong Can you see how I'm guilty by the way I need you, now? Now |