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Inevitably it's starting to bleed |
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And couldn't be stopped, that's justice |
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Incredible luck, to lift and be struck |
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What curious things |
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A moment to think before we will sing |
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The beauties aligned so sweetly |
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And don't be afraid, don't be afraid |
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Don't be afraid |
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Does this look like that? |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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How cruel you get |
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I've started again |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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To miss your hands |
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What carnage you've left |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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And you were dead |
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Remember your flesh |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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To see us break |
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Our souls are unrest |
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What kind of pride is this? Dry your, dry your eyes |
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They'll salt his wounds |
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If burning the flesh means finding the one |
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Does this look like that? |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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How cruel you get |
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I've started again |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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To miss your hands |
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What carnage you've left |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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And you were dead |
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Remember your flesh |
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(My bumpkin boy) |
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To see us break |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch |
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I am burning it |
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My bumpkin boy |
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My bumpkin boy |
