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I enter the room
Confident enough
For now i tread
A straight and narrow way
So i sleep soundly
A little blue in the face
Cut-out shapes
In secondhand daylight
Somewhere else
Something else
On my mind
She's caressing me
With the hidden hands
Of the only kind of violence
She thinks i'll understand
We've got them dancing
To all of our confessions
They don't know how
We rehearse our dreams