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The torture won't part you |
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Motherly breast won't warm you |
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You fail and foam from your mouth |
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why is it so loud, this sound? |
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All the sense your are capable of |
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does not seem to save you |
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You heed the glance of a smile |
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Was it impossible to float for a while? |
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Restless is carrying fever |
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burning you to pieces |
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In search and need of a friend |
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Will I bow down to this in the end? |
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I lay in the hands of my maker |
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and I want to spend the rest of it awake |
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Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it |
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It's a fight... it's a fight... |
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The torture won't part you |
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Motherly breast won't warm you |
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You fail and foam from your mouth |
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why is it so loud, this sound? |
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All the sense your are capable of |
|
does not seem to save you |
|
You heed the glance of a smile |
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Was it impossible to float for a while? |
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I lay in the hands of my maker |
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and I want to spend the rest of it awake |
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Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it |
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It's a fight... it's a fight... |
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I lay in the hands of my maker |
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and I want to spend the rest of it awake |
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Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it |
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It's a fight... it's a fight... |
