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Turn To Dust
The concentration drifts in
Out of me
Conversation slides away
Turn and face the change in apathy
Take a rise to fall
Won't you save me
Don't you blame me
I got the feel that I'm gone
Turn to dust
Sentence rape me
Segregate me
I got the fear that I'm gone
Turn to dust
Slave or sympathy
It atrophies
Save but ancient hearts
Hiding scars and knives in symphonies
Still we rise to fall
Won't you save me
Don't you blame me
I got the feel that I'm gone
Turn to dust
Sentence rape me
Segregate me
I got the fear that I'm gone
Turn to dust
Won't you save me
Don't you blame me
I got the feel that I'm gone
Turn to dust
Sentence rape me
Segregate me
I got the fear that I'm gone
Turn to dust
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