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The inessentials of my soul |
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Like flies I dropped them |
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Oh, I let them go |
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Because nothing would've stopped them |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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I slowly absorb the news |
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But I absorb it wrong |
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And instead of getting weaker |
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Yes I just got strong |
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They say history never really repeats itself |
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But it nearly always rhymes |
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Fresh from the narrative of the universe |
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Here they come - crisp new designs |
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Dim, diminished seventh of myself |
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My fat mouth is slobbering on |
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The inessentials of my soul |
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I've reduced them to one |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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Fresh from the narrative of the universe |
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Here they come - crisp new designs |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
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In my holy dotage |
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More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever |
