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Fire Engine Red
 
 
Forgotten stories of excess 
both real and fiction 
Too many hollow lives spent 
chasing benediction 
We plummet to the earth like 
scores of fallen angels 
Play out our tragedies on empty 
weathered stages 
 
But before we lose it all 
The final curatain call 
Conflicted and rejected 
 
Beware the opulence inherent confusion 
When reality's obsured 
by clouds of disillution 
Held under far too long by 
the weight of our existence 
We labor fruitlessly against 
both time and distance 
 
But before we lose it all 
The final curtain call 
Conflicted and dejected 
 
What's in the past can't be undone 
You'ce got to seperate to become one 
Your indescision hides the guilts 
just underneath your clouded eyes 
 
So sick you'd sell your soul 
For another fifteen minutes lie 
 
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