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The capillaries of the community |
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Are hemorrhaging on everything |
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They found your bones in the homes of a thousand little gnomes |
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Who'd taken pieces for decoration |
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They'd opened up their mouths, seemed like peaceful little mouths |
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Inside they found a mouthful of pieces |
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They wanted pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Somebody died here, I hear it was you |
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They loved the attention they got from killing you |
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The capillaries of the community |
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Are hemorrhaging on everything |
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The capillaries of the community |
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Are hemorrhaging on everything |
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They put their fingers in your sockets |
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If you could hear the way they talk |
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It's madness |
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What they got out of your pockets |
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A couple coins, a key for locking its sadness in your face |
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But they wanted pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you from pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Pieces of you from pieces of you |
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Pieces of you |
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Little birds collapse in your arms |
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Break it into two |
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Beat a man to death with their hands |
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Did they regret anything? |
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It's a cold, cold world we swam into |
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It's a cold, cold water we sank into |