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I'm bolted from within |
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from long conniving heights |
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The hale, it makes a special sound |
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that always stays into the night |
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She tells me I'm not capable |
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of what they accuse me |
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With no remorse I stand and say |
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that guilt is what I plead |
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My devil makes me dream |
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like no other mortal dreams |
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With a blank eye corner |
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The only way to see him |
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in the tunnel where he slept |
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By the longest tusk of corridors |
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numb below the neck |
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In my heart |
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Where he keeps them in |
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a vault of devil daughters |
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When I bend and kick in form |
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with twilight as my guide |
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In every home the ghost pays gossip |
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you can hear them if you try |
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When my quill begins to squirm |
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from the ashes in your urn |
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Your deviance is anything but faithful |
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My devil makes me dream |
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like no other mortal dreams |
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With a blank eye corner |
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The only way to see him |
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in the tunnel where he slept |
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By the longest tusk of corridors |
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numb below the neck |
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In my heart |
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Where he keeps them in |
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a vault of devil daughters |
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Everybody |
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in my dead leaves |
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Don't you hide these |
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branches waiting |
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I've been watching |
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you fall to me |
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Don't desert me |
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I'm not waiting |
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My devil makes me dream |
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like no other mortal dreams |
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With a blank eye corner |
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The only way to see him |
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in the tunnel where he slept |
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By the longest tusk of corridors |
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numb below the neck |
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In my heart |
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Where he keeps them in |
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a vault of devil daughters |
