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The swarms that |
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I speak are the wrists |
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I have cut |
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By flooding the tubs where the warmth held her up |
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The lockets believe that the secret of love |
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Has caught its own tail and it just won't give up |
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When I breathe the heavens can't hold me |
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And I can't believe anymore |
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The light brings the highest execution |
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Show me the wings |
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I must cut |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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If I slay your spirits with twin current volts |
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That weaken your knees in the pit of my palms |
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Dressed in the slurs of bovine engines |
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To feast upon the carcass of your mother |
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When I breathe the heavens can't hold me |
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And I can't believe anymore |
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The light brings the highest execution |
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Show me the wings |
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I must cut |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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When I turn the dial and leave the gas on |
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I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose |
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These are the splinters made from a single blade |
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I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose |
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I light the key that locks you in |
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I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose |
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And you'll wear the burden of all my burns |
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I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |
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In your landfill days these are desperate graves |
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Give me the alter, red will shine |
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This pendulum won't wait |