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My stomach lurches like a radar sweeps |
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Through days and hours and dragging weeks |
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I'm pandered down this primrose path |
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Where I can't cry so |
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I must laugh |
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I once was bitter now |
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I'm shy But now |
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I'm bitten |
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I'm as sly |
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As all the effluence of youth |
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Malice for some |
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Charity for none |
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This is the place where |
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I do pray |
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But answered in that special way |
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This is the place where |
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I'm alone |
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My seed will always go unsewn |
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And through the effluence of youth |
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Fighting through your eyes comes truth |
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So long neglected now deployed |
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Against the fruit of your own loins |
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Infinite pills |
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Finite thrills |
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Infinite mass |
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Infinite chills |
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Infinite toil |
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Infinite blame |
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Infinite trash |
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Infinite shame |
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Infinite power |
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Infinite time |
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Infinite waste |
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Infinite crime |
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Infinite lead |
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Infinite games |
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Infinite trials |
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Infinite flames |
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Infinite pills |
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Infinite thrills |
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Infinite mass |
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Infinite chills |
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Infinite toil |
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Infinite blame |
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Infinite trash |
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Infinite shame |
