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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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Not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon |
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When the ground splits open it will swallow you |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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Not in your poison tongue or your acid tears |
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Let the truth howl in your ears |
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Here she comes, it's killing time |
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Flames are burning behind her eyes |
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Here she comes, it's killing time |
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Flames are burning behind her eyes |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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Not in your claws, drawn-out scratch 'til it bleeds |
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knocked down dead gets what she needs |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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not on the blazing horse from the midnight sun |
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the fire will turn your bones to dust |
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here she comes, it's killing time |
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flames are burning behind her eyes |
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here she comes, it's killing time |
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flames are burning behind her eyes |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground |
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not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon |
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when the ground splits open it will swallow you |
