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so everywhere you write your journal
cote of arms cote of arms
for every single ringing note
cote du rhone cote rhone
for every candle extinguished host
hold the phone hold the phone
for dropping dead along the road
I'm mortified I'm mortified
for every time you ever lied
a breath gone by a breath gone by
the time is now and never know
simplify don't simplify
you will be lost in an oily mote
cote of arms no cote of arms
pushing notes along your throat
fireflies and dragonflies
to never give that lasting smote
the lasting arms of garden's hope
the danger lies within your mouth
don't clarify unless you know
the truth with which we all denote
is not a lie is not a lie