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A moment of clarity |
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It spoke to me in tongues |
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It spoke to me of ruin |
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Of destitution, and of pain |
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Where night, it never ever |
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Seems to come |
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To ease the misery of the day |
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Degenerate whores |
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Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time |
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Death soon shall bind |
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These soul less froms of men |
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To the dead of their kind |
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To live all their lives again |
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They would die in the very |
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Same way... |
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Clinging to a profane hope that |
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A place beyond the grave |
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May repay their suffering |
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And their pain |
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In a way that no whore could ever ease |
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The misery of the day... |
