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Underneath
Blankets of skin that cover up what I can see
I'll be fine to be

But nothing has to leave

Is it nothing though?
Or is there a reason why I can't open the closed
It's not just dark, ya know?
A museum of alone

But it's alright, you know
Nothing it could do to you
Cause I feel fine, you know
But do you really, though?

I go
Where I know
I'll be alone
Cause least I know

How to go where I feel fine
I don't need time

I need to know
So now I go in the attic

Blind reprieve
S'a Perpetual interpretive deceit
Like a shiv, it bleeds
The point of a belief

It's not alright
To you
Nothing that it couldn't do
And you're not fine, you know
So where are you to go?

I go
Where I know
I'll be alone
Cause least I know

How to go where I feel fine
I don't need time

I need to know
So now I'll go in the attic

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