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My stomach lurches like the radar sweeps |
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Through days and hours and dragging weeks |
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I've pandered down this primrose path |
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Where I can't cry, so I must laugh |
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I once was bitter, now I'm shy |
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But now I'm bitten I'm as sly |
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As all the effluence of youth |
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Malice for some, charity for none |
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This is the place where I do pray |
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But answered in that special way |
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This is the place where I'm alone |
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My seed will always go unsown |
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And through the effluence of youth |
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Fighting through your eyes comes truth |
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So long neglected now deployed |
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Against the fruit of your own loins |
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Infinate pills |
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Finite thrills |
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Infinite mass |
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Infinite chills |
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Infinite toil |
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Infinite blame |
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Infinite trash |
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Infinite shame |
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You lying pig |
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You lying pig |
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You lying pig, you lying pig |
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Infinite power |
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Infinite tasks |
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Infinite waste |
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Infinite crafts |
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Infinite lead |
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Infinite kills |
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Infinite trial |
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Infinite flames |
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Infinate pills |
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Finite thrills |
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Infinite mass |
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Infinite chills |
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Infinite toil |
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Infinite blame |
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Infinite trash |
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Infinite shame |
