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[ti:Dropla] |
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[ar:Youth Lagoon] |
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[al:] |
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You live in a cave, one made of drapes |
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Your hint? of perfume from your personal maid |
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Whose scrubs make her arms look too big for her frame |
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For the life of me I can't remember her name |
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I'm praying to speak, accept myself |
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And most use prayers to keep a good health |
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You'll never die, you'll never die |
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I live in a fog, one that's foremade |
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While my physical body's turning in my grave |
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The spirit's forgiven, building in your brain |
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But it doesn't know how |
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I reach my arm across the bed and hold your hand |
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The angel of state can't wait to seize all your land |
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You'll never die, you'll never die |
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You weren't there when I needed |
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You are gone, you're going under |
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You'll never die, you'll never die |