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By the landfill I lust |
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I burn the clothing before I dig into the ground |
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I am Janus faced belial with vines |
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You're going to wish you hadn't run |
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Claire Audina is calling me |
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I hear the hearts of tiny beating drums |
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| [01:14.19] |
I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists |
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You're going to wish you hadn't run |
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And with these trinkets pale of moon |
| [01:33.26] |
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles |
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| [01:39.38] |
When I nurse your tired heart |
| [01:42.19] |
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| [01:43.88] |
For every time you hear this strain |
| [01:47.51] |
Of lullabies collapsing |
| [01:50.07] |
Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling |
| [01:55.26] |
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| [02:00.32] |
Their gourds are punctured easily |
| [02:06.07] |
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| [02:06.60] |
Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk |
| [02:12.16] |
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| [02:13.79] |
Induce this multistrobe with melody |
| [02:19.22] |
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| [02:20.85] |
You're going to wish you hadn't run |
| [02:25.54] |
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| [02:29.16] |
I sing your epicedium |
| [02:33.10] |
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| [02:35.42] |
My father taught me when I was young |
| [02:40.10] |
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| [02:42.41] |
You'll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia |
| [02:48.85] |
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| [02:49.60] |
You're going to wish you hadn't run |
| [02:53.98] |
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| [02:57.66] |
And with these trinkets pale of moon |
| [03:01.41] |
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles |
| [03:06.62] |
When I nurse your tired heart |
| [03:09.87] |
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| [03:10.75] |
For every time you hear this strain |
| [03:15.12] |
Of lullabies collapsing |
| [03:17.87] |
Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling |
