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From the corner is where it starts |
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Torn in half like a dollar bill |
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Happy mourners' window heart is |
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Bitter still |
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Truth's fictions stranger than any lie |
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Smooth convictions danger plan of |
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Twisted night |
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Does the pope shit in the wood? |
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He might be damned hoarding all his ill-got |
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Goods with Uncle Sam |
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Greener grass on the comfort side your |
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Easy choice |
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I'm leaning fast into the twisted night |
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One voice |
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At the bottom's where it ends |
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No between, catch life's riddles fates |
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Winds send |
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Depraviteam so low, it's been real |
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A total fiend, by his hand a lonely man |
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Looking for a streetside queen |
