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IN THE BRINE
The balance is delicate frail as can be
One second so high so depleted the next
The wire is drawn taut
There is no
There is no safety net
The pulse of the beacon its lustre grows less
My will is insistent insistent it pounds
With a sound that resounds and resounds and resounds and resounds
It pounds
At the core of my heart
In the heart of my soul
Deep in my chest
Lost in a sea
Of discordant regress
Lost in a sea
Will it ever let me rest
All our differences merge
Merge in the brine
All our differences seem to mean less
Less in the brine
The pulse of the beacon its lustre grows less
My will is insistent insistent it pounds
With a sound that resounds and resounds and resounds and resounds
It pounds
In the core of my heart
In the heart of my soul
Deep in my chest
Lost in a sea
Of discordant regress
Lost in a sea
Will it ever let me rest
All our differences merge
Merge In the brine
All our differences seem to mean less
Less In the brine
Meaningless
Meaningless
In the brine
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