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And it begun
Veins pump hard
The head numbs and all is lost
You’re on fire

And all is lost
In a room in the back of your head
All is lost
You’re on fire

And when it all ends
When all this pressing towards each other ends
Our big society
That loves us so much
Will sure condemn us
By laws that we’ve made

And all the rest aside
All the friendly talks aside
And all the styles aside
It’s sexuality, the little tragedy
Of feeling deadly
Lonely
Deadly aging
Deadly afraid
Sexuality