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Let's call it deca
I've been painting pictures of you dancing
Let's call it Degas
I've been working so hard I think I gotta quit my day job
I've been doing rituals with smoke and mirrors to make the heat drop
You tell me of your dreams and how they're looking more like nightmares
These days
How everything is pretty when you see it in the sunlight far away
Looks a little dirty when you see it in the dark on a bad day
Pages of a novel that got all stuck up inside of my ribcage