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All of the people |
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All of those ordinary lives |
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Building on the outskirts |
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Of my mind |
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They ride the Iron Pilgrim |
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To holidays for the head |
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If plans were hand grenades |
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We'd all be dead |
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It's dark |
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It's dark where the roses grow |
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There's something that you should know |
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Before you see the light |
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It's dark |
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It's dark where the roses grow |
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There's places I have to go |
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Before I see the light |
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Playing all five stages |
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The festival of grief |
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God and problems |
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What can stop them realise |
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The bottles in the drug store |
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Were all just piss and ink |
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The flags you wore |
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Are rags under the sink |
