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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance |
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Down in the blue midnight flare |
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A glass hand cuts through the water |
[00:40.86] |
Scything into his twisted roots |
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Then from his eyes spring fireflies |
[00:55.29] |
Breathing life into a roaring disguise |
[01:02.73] |
Needles and sins, sins and needles |
[01:07.75] |
He's gasping for air in the wishing well |
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Dust to rust ashes on gashes |
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Hand around the killing jar |
[01:26.17] |
Hand around the killing jar |
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A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make believe |
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Punches through his spike of rage |
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A glass hand cuts through the water |
[02:04.19] |
Snuffing out the magic fury |
[02:10.89] |
Then from inside bolt lightning cries |
[02:17.79] |
Swiftly crushed the final muffled sighs |
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Needles and sins, sins and needles |
[02:29.80] |
He's gasping for air in the wishing well |
[02:38.85] |
Dust to rust ashes on gashes |
[02:43.98] |
Hand around the killing jar |
[02:48.17] |
Hand around the killing jar |
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Hand around the killing jar |
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Hand around the killing jar |
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Hand around the killing jar |
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Hand around the killing jar |
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The killing jar |