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to a find a cooler place in the grass |
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to brave my fire |
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a jury heard, a sentence passed |
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to brave my fire |
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we lust for the wine you bolt |
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like all things impure, like all things undead |
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we beg from these swine |
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who told you to love and endure |
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and to live in our stead |
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the whores of rome and the kings of france |
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have tried to brave my fire |
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now the snakes curl up, the curtains part |
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will you try to brave my fire? |
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we lust for the wine you bolt |
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like all things impure, like all things undead |
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we beg from these swine |
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who told you to love and endure |
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and to live in our stead |
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to find a little place in the grass |
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tune up for the funeral march |
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keep your treason brittle as glass |
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you could have been the first |
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could have been the last to brave my fire |
