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broKen noTes\/

whaT haPpenD to the sSong wiTh the broKen noTes/
�that i could tasTe in a million ways (don;T choKe)
�jusT knoW to deciPher the unrhythmical feeliNg/
would be the truth unreveiling /like if the sSky had a ceiling))
(in an unBounD epic wheRe the sStorm Gods faLL/
��back inTo the oCean/filled the sSeas with sSalt)
there weRe mermaiDs swiMming in a sShallow depth/
�while the clouDs were cuT/ to finD no sSunSet)
��no sSweat/ i bet theRe were no regreTs/
except thoSe miSsing in acTion/ or weRen;T founD yet/
waiT a Cancer caughT a Piscies & it uSed a neT/
as for the LosT sSanD ciTy/ pray that the walls proTect it]
�there;s a wager on the casTle & NepTunes in debT / quick/
The Fates are on the other line/ call collecteD;)
with tHe forCe of my loVe/ sStuck in the mud/
��sSimply reMembering/ just wasn:t eNough(
(well Time could;t tell/ what DeaTh doesn:t know/
& Life coulDn;t get any other viTals to sShow /
�as we helD our breaTh\Hope/ make no misTakes/
cauSe the drugs we;Re applying/ to the hearT aren;T sSafe;
(Cupid might know..! wiTh his sShiney }-aRrows->
but he oVerDoSed on eXtasy while shooting poRno((
sSo woulD the sSaints marCh in/ & please tell me when/
�if it;s eVer really goNna waNna beat again/
the damage is high] but who;d be conCerneD of it/
from a meNtal bandaid\ wraPped like a tourniquet,)