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Vacate is the word...
vengeance has no place on me or her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear...
vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
A truant finds home... and a wish to hold on...
But there's a trapdoor in the sun...
Immortalityâ¦
As privileged as a whore...
victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered... executed, anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...
A truant finds home... and a wish to hold on too...
He saw the trapdoor in the sun...
I cannot stop the thought... I'm running in the dark...
Coming up a which way sign...
all good truants must decide...
Oh, stripped and sold, momâ¦
Auctioned forearm...
And whiskers in the sink...
Truants move on... cannot stay long
Some die just to liveâ¦
Ohh...