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After the demise of our beloved leader |
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Everybody knew that something had to give |
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Cassandra she told me |
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But no-one would believe her |
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I wish i had helped her more than i did |
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We tried to overcome the threat of the monster |
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We tried to kneel down and call up the beast |
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Maria she told me |
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That her kid had just appeared one day |
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I just can't tell who i adore the least |
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The rivers run astray |
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Ricochet |
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Night feels just like day |
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Ricochet |
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And everybody just walk away |
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In one side of my mind resides a controller |
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In one side of my mind revolves a/the relief |
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And one pain in my brain remains unchanged |
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I say you cannot explain the grief |
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Once in a while when the wind has slowed down |
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Me and the girls visit struggle town |
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There's a shop down there |
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Selling skulls (spells/stones) and powder |
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But/we don't ask any questions about her/it |
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You can't be a lover if you want to keep on using |
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What are you using that's stronger than the love |
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Sometimes i'm knocked out by the damage that you're doing |
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Knocked out, locked out, push comes to shove |
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Listen to the wind tearing at the windows |
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Watching how the white moon melts into the cloud |
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Important little tyrants, impotent little pharaohs |
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Men/man of sorrows lost into the crowd |
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The rivers run astray |
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Ricochet |
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Night feels just like day |
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Ricochet |
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Everybody walk away |
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So if the ladies ask you over to play |
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Just beware of the ricochet |
