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This is kissing the church |
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This is fingering the ash |
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This is eatting out the mud |
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Standing from the top of teh stage i see the starving hands |
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I finally turned on the light and turned into a man |
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They say some they have to kill for our great lies |
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And some they have to steal if they want to survive |
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Hey |
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Someday |
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you'll cry and sine your life away |
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hey |
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some they say |
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oh why you sined your life away |
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Here three million dead in the farren land |
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Me killing you in the serious trans |
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Take off and find some shelter for natural change |
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When our incitutions clumble and leave us strained |
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Hey |
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Someday |
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you'll cry and sine your life away |
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hey |
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some they say |
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oh why you sined your life away |
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Hey |
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Someday |
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you'll cry and sine your life away |
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hey |
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some they say |
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oh why you sined your life away |
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This is kissing the church |
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This is fingering the ash |
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This is eatting out the mud |
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This is love |
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This is kissing the church |
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This is fingering your ash |
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This is eatting out the mud |
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This is love |