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    [Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
    [Music: T. E. Tunheim]

    I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
    chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
    Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been
    interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between

    C17-H19-NO3-H2O...

    I crawl my way through morphine days
    anodyne at least, in opiating grace
    I knew it was killing me
    but the apple seemed so sweet
    and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...

    I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases
    there's a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces
    I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be
    these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me

    In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond).
    Thou art petite, thou art pristine...
    (and) my superlatives are not just words
    The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell
    we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere

    C17-H19-NO3-H2O...

    I crawl my way through morphine days
    anodyne at least, in opiating grace
    I knew it was killing me
    but the apple seemed so sweet
    and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...

    I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care
    tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear
    I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die
    deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high...

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