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Made my bed in drought of barrel |
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I haven't shot this thing in years |
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Do you think I'll fold? |
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Callous hands of detriment |
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From a crossbow flinch of gasping air |
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Do you think I'll... |
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Solomon, don't fall apart |
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Their words have made the perfect burden |
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Solomon, your hollow heart |
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A nomadic void of halcyon youth |
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Prenatal at the hips were we once joined |
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Seperated by the scalpel when we were young |
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Do you think I'll fold? |
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Held under the water in a breathless troth |
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Buried in the plot of your front steps |
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Do you think I'll fold? |
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Incinerate the faith that you were taught |
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Incinerate your crone of useless flesh |
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Do you think I'll... |
| [02:07.53] |
Solomon, don't fall apart |
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Their words have made the perfect burden |
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Solomon, your hollow heart |
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A nomadic void of halcyon youth |
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Solomon, don't fall apart |
| [02:30.53] |
Their words have made the perfect burden |
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Solomon, your hollow heart |
| [02:39.90] |
A nomadic void of halcyon youth |
| [02:44.47] |
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And in this life you long to flee |
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You can stop the rain from falling |
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Tie it on in your mind |
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It's your noctourniquet |
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And in your file will it read |
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That you caved into the night? |
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Tie it on in your mind |
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It's your noctourniquet |
| [03:24.13] |
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Made my bed in drought of barrel |
| [03:43.57] |
I haven't shot this thing in years |
| [03:47.76] |
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| [03:51.51] |
Do you think I'll fold? |
| [03:54.27] |
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| [03:57.82] |
Bucolic hymns that frolic on your hissing tongue |
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The rivalry of siblings cut from saffron cloth |
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Do you think I'll fold? |
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I reach right through the pavement with the shortest straw |
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Never a dull blade in your mother's drawer |
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Do you think I'll fold? |
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Place it in the thirst of her endless flask |
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The iridescent poison will quench forboding |
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Do you think that... |
| [04:49.95] |
Solomon, don't fall apart |
| [04:53.51] |
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| [04:54.14] |
Their words have made the perfect burden |
| [04:58.51] |
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| [04:59.07] |
Solomon, your hollow heart |
| [05:02.89] |
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A nomadic void of halcyon youth |
| [05:07.70] |
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| [05:08.39] |
Solomon, don't fall apart |
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Their words have made the perfect burden |
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Solomon, your hollow heart |
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A nomadic void of halcyon youth |
