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So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world. We're swimming in circles. I found my lover in bed with a dead man Giving satisfaction as only the dead can. Pull out his needs of dust and debris; Madonna is weeping and staining the sheets... Red curtains hide blackened hearts Hide White Russian confessions Hide velveteen flattery Hide the hedonistic sessions... We hide behind We hide inside... From Letras Mania