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There was gossip |
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There were pleas |
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There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things |
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Widows readied their marital beds |
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Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast |
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The filthy are first to be showered in love |
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The world's gone mad |
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We dress them in furs as they travel the earth |
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Saints wear rags |
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You blessed our home |
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We took you in |
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But you had come to the place where the plague had been |
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It burrowed into your graces and airs |
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It took your queen |
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It hawked your wares |
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The stoic are first to be covered in shit and life goes on |
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But when it don't anymore I will see you in hell |
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Where I am god |
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God damn it, |
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Wait |
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They don't love you, like i do |
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But I don't know you, like them |
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They don't love you, like I do |
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They love you better, I know you best |
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Every hostile deed is your death |
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It's not mine |
