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Authentic Pyrrhic Remission Lyrics - Paralytic Stalks - Of Montreal

So much violence in my head 

How are we still alive 

The condition is under control 

(No it's not, don't you ever stop buying that air) 

 

I love how we're learning from each other 

You are such an positive 

You're so empowering 

Left in your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument 

And you're the only one that ever put money on me 

You think that I'd forget so easily 

You can emit a charge that's (to die?) 

I know we're of the same tribe 

The Fall's the most productive season 

Still a crippling fear as we (conceive?) and we're slightly (moribund?) 

So naturally I want to help you and invoke the architect of salutary needs 

Architects are present with divine mechanics, but oh how we're tyranized by 

tentacles of their theorized to ability that's all so disappointing 

(Sheer difference) 

 

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I love how we're learning from each other 

You are such a positive 

You're so empowering 

In your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument 

And you're the only one that ever put money on me 

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I love how we're learning from each other 

You are such a positive 

You're so empowering 

In your hands, I'm quite simply a different instrument 

And you're the only one that ever put money on me 

You think that I'd forget so easily 

 

I love how we're learning from each other 

 

Everytime I listen to my heart 

Just get hurt 

 

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Until this afternoon, I was a nomad 

No country would call me its son 

I'd be a refugee, but I have no substance 

Asking for papers, I have none 

 

Until this afternoon, I was a friar 

Amoral, chased, kicked, and hit 

Hunted even in my dreaming 

But there was no crime I did commit 

 

Until this afternoon, I was an exile 

And now that word is obsolete 

The ontonations know concept of ego 

Our illumination is complete 

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