Vermillion: We clung to life, but
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Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
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Because you're much too straightforward
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When you can't see your own seat
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You seem to simply fold like a wintry branch, and it worries me
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That day, you pushed a balled-up scrap of paper on me and ran off
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In the glow of sunset, I traced the letters with my fingers and sobbed
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Vermillion: We clung to life, but
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Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
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Without touching it, I gazed at
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That flows from the scratch
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I squatted down as I called your name to the presence outside the window
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I mustn't know everything about this world
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Even if I were to lose you
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Vermillion: The stuff quietly flowing inside of us
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Vermillion: Is something redder and more violent than that sky
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Something redder and more violent
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My throat has started to emerge as excessively parched
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The truth that is my wish to live, so strong I want to scream it out
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Vermillion: We clung to life, but
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Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
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Vermillion: The stuff quietly flowing inside of us
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Vermillion: Is something redder and more violent than that sky
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Something redder and more violent
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