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Yawn, yawn to the detached now |
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See them screaming underneath |
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Fill your baskets up with dead fruit |
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Watch the poison trickle free |
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Always something in the way now |
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Always something in the way now |
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Borders feel the same now |
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All the borders feel the same now |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
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Your hand's a wall, |
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I need the same |
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It turns on light, my gift's a threat |
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Watch from afar and pour your hands in deep |
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And you'll find a claw it says |
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Always something in the way now |
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A barking dogma, some happy minute |
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Spilt on the window is what you are |
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I never mentioned all the things |
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I did It's the pain that keeps you wanting |
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So take over, so take, you're the ugly truth |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
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If you leave, leave what you are |
