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An orgy of silence

You wield those traditions deftly
No one would ever confuse me

For a dude like you who can 
Speak with the weight of history

Sing like a record collection
Or play like a session musician

Most times I feel inadequate 
Other times I just thank god I can’t 

◄ Twilight defines it

Tell me again how I was born ►

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