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Lyrics for 'A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds' by 'Thrice'
Love Everywhere,
Exploding, Maims And Blinds.
A Living Dance Upon Dead Minds.
But Surely Does Not Forget (perish)
Sleep Cannot Be Photographed (measured)
Disdains The Trivial Labelling Of Punctual Brains.
Why It's Love; But At The Earliest Spear Of Sun
Perfectly Should Disappear.
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