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no don't tempt me with your praise
i don't want a higher standing
what reaching out gets me?
a windfall of empty

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in a partnership
on ankle-deep devotion
we scrape the bottom
while we wait for strong wind

no don't catch me if i trip
you won't be the first to notice
i'm not sure you'll hold it
with broken arms flailing

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in a pestilence
of our own creation
around my neck i wear
the burden of law

and i don't care
aimless and drifting
on the seas of nowhere
and if you ask me...
if you ask me if i'll ever land
then i must apologize
for misleading you
it's clear to me
you do not understand
no don't
no don't

so don't tempt me with your praise
it gives me a bad mouth taste
i'll not let you own it
they've taken it from me

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there's no way to hide that
you fucked up
there's no way to hide that
you fucked up