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By Folly, Excellency, by the time you read this I'll be gone.
Long
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By Folly, Nothing is nothing again, you're on your knees and in
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By Folly, Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles.
Holding her blank
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By Folly, Aquatic fortitude!
Unscathed and witless, below the hopes and fears of
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By Folly, Breathe me in like air, innocent.
My fingers bleed.
I've been writing
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By Folly, Needles in the grass?
Ok, snakes in the hay.
Homogeny is engulfing
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By Folly, If you would like a coalition with my in in
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By Folly, You find this easy to kill her mind when everything
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By Folly, I have a block on my brain and a clock
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By Folly, Woe?
Blame it on the rain.
Whoa!
Blame it on the name game.
Size-up,
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By Folly, Die my heart, I'm here again.
I've been alone again.
And without
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By Folly, Take my eyes.
And you will see what pulled me from
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By Folly, Taken this for granted.
Pawned a laugh for a smile, a
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By Folly, In one eye and out the other.
The heiress turned historian,
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By Folly, This place, more orange nowadays.
The ashen badlands redeem.
Your face, through
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By Folly, Assessing all the goals and the virtues that congealed.
Am I
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By Folly, [Instrumental]
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By Folly, I am as old as my tongue.
I am much older
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By Folly, Hand-fed triumph, spoils.
Battles which you cant recall fighting in.
This fancies
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By Folly, I will not deceive myself this time.
I, with cheating another,
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By Folly, I will not deceive myself this time.
I, with cheating another,
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By Folly, Terrified to change, terrified to lose with all of this
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By Folly, Thoughts spawn as quick as they waste.
Forge disoriented futures.
Cutting in
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By Folly, Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep.
Constructing the rhythm,
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By Folly, Lift the sky above the city lights.
After all, these are
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By Folly, Desperate plans impact hearts.
Do not stop seeking what you love
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By Folly, The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold
that your
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By Folly, The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold
That your
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By Folly, In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter.
Pilot,
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By Folly, In my left hand pocket, I may not have been