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Odd Life


Bathed in my warm light Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard Was you calling goodbye in flight Leaving just your memory, dim and blurred You bathed in my warm light Never aware how I was submerged You called out, saying ask me again Never knowing how I can't hear your words You held my heat and nerve I could feel your heart beat slow And I thought you'd never know And I thought you'd never go Your repute, a lovely light against The wicked episodes you breed For the truth you always stood broad Foretold the truth in lies, in greed And claimed you were God-like I couldn't argue it, you knew Lost in an odd life Wanting to be through You nailed my weakest words I could feel my heartbeat slow And I knew you'd never know And I knew you'd better go Your repute, a lovely light against The wicked episodes you'd breed For the truth you always stood broad Foretold the truth in lies and greed And your fame left you God-like I couldn't argue it You knew, you knew Lost in an odd life Wanting to be through.
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