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The hopeless immortal's beginning to fade |
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Wrestled down with anchors, impervious chains |
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The ocean's electric reduced to a buzz |
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The pills turn the popper, he probably would |
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The standoff mechanic of cognizance sighs |
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Mulls brooding through the alleyway, a harbinger's night |
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He pulled the remains, and teeth from the tree |
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When he sat down in Memphis, he bound it on a hill |
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How to take it all in stride, win your soul and mind the light |
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How to live around the storm, wind and pressures to befall |
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Here's a question you might need to ask |
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What's self destruction and how can we last? |
