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The same blood |
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I suppose |
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Breaking jars |
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I'm no good |
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As the prodigal son |
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And I know |
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That you're mesmerized |
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You had a vision, made these laws |
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and sanitized, are we above desires |
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I miss him so |
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You are so fucked |
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It has begun |
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Revolution crawls |
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All over you |
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I was asleep |
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You light up this sky |
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And scrape out your skull |
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Your lovely face |
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Will never be claimed thrice |
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It was so unlikely doom |
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Upon my wrists I bear the cross |
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My losses mount as I climb across the hole |
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of my own soul |
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I'll claim my prize |
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I don't exist |
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I am divine |
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A ghost with eyes |
