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A dance... THE BLACK NOON SUN Cotton Candy Baby Bitter Malady Disenfranchised from the world Chain smoking nicotine Rolling round inside your head Your chemistry's undone Dancing with the Black Noon Sun So you ran for liberation When dismorphia took Uttered not a single word For no one understood All alone inside your head Your chemistry's undone Dancing with the black noon sun Yea, too high to be mighty Yea, too low to be clean Looking for the magic cure in toxicated dreams Grand designs in pipes of dust And one last remedy Can you be free From the voices of your mind Hey, you know your time is done Dancing with the black noon sun You hear it calling Yea it's calling You know it's calling The black noon sun The black noon sun Copyright © 2008 Kien Lim

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