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Heaven will burn away if you just keep on calling out its name |
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You seek a key you cannot forge when you are down oh so low |
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I got a cure so don't you worry now |
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Baby my recipe is gonna heal your woes |
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When the devil's knocking at your door, kneel and I'll pour! |
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How can you go wrong? You're off, this lemonade's on! |
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How can you be strong? When the devil's on the inside |
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Devil's on the outside in and you're falling |
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Gimme, want a little taste, this spell is breaking me down |
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This body's breaking, This spell's been breaking me far too long |
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Oh can you help me now? Oh can you help me now? |
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Oh good Lordy you'll never know |
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You'll never know just how it tears me, won't let me go |
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Please just let me go |
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I'll take the sweat from your palms, jet fuel ghosts |
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TV dinners with kerosene moats |
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Everybody's racing for that higher plane (to get down) |
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So they can have Christmas magic again |
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Wipe that sweat, slipping away, rattle the cage |
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Here come the jet fuel ghosts |
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From the time that I saw my own fuschafied dream they were coming |
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Kerosene moats would keep my butane in the rotten so |
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Can you help me darling? |
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Just help me |
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A soul like yours just clutching at straws will sip anything from them to bypass a door |
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And if you're drenched in fear on my pink lemon shores |
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You'll be knock knock knockin' forever more |
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So tell me now if you are, cause I'm pouring |
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Yeah I'm pouring and I don't fuck around |
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Sour patches too close to the sun |
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If the mirror is green in the gills |
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(it's on the tongue of the Brahmatron) |
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The nest of the wasp is at home in all four of your chambers |
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Fix your eggs with mortar |
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A phantom hatchery becomes a larder when I sense a trinity to fold |
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The brave, the sweet, the confidante |
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There's a rain of splinters to be wrung |
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You drank this shit now the real fun has only begun! |
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Even Peter didn't believe that he'd deny the son |
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It took the rooster to crow before them tears rolled and then he truly saw into my cup |
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And he thought: |
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"This could dissolve all my mental fences with a vote of confidence in them zona halls" |
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Heaven will burn away if you just keep calling out its name |
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You seek a key you cannot forge and you're down oh so low |
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(Oh no I suddenly feel automatic) |
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Down so low... |