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From the moves
Of a subject versed in the finer points of
Every verbal edge
You make the case
For the lull of standing still
The comfort of these words without the cost
After a hint of submission moves the air
You're too tired to feign a reaction
It's your move
Out of sound
And sleep in a summer polluted and flooded by heat
Your words have too much edge
You make the case
For the lull of standing still
The comfort of these games without the loss
After a hint of submission moves the air
You're too tired to feign a reaction
It's your move (this is not how we should fall)
I'll make my way through the lines
You squeeze the days through your time
This is not how we should fall
I want you to hurt like i do
After a hint of submission moves the air
We find a thin resolution (this is not how we should fall)
After a hint of submission moves the air
You're too tired to feign a reaction
