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Rosaline The Vitality Theory

I?m hammered like a nail on the wall On your favorite poster And I?m stuck on your every word The ones we never said at all Will anyone in these songs

We?ve been randomly assigned this disease By the ones that will sell us the air that we breathe And replace the sun with machines Back and forth my

She said lay back I?m tired enough as it is Stay sharp when she turns me away And how do we get so far From the way we used to be Well I would rather

night As sure as the rise and fall of the tide Rayleigh scattered morning blue across my sky, the windy city is frozen and covered in ice So I've got this theory of vitality

Somewhere on a plane A man is beside himself with sadness He is filled with ocean Deep inside his chest, a souls been laid to rest On a double helix,