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All of a sudden you're dead |
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The ground cracks and takes you in |
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You've no time to be born again |
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There was nothing where something had been |
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But every grave that blooms is anchored in miles of roots |
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In the seed is the tree |
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In the flesh is the feast |
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There were worms in the hearts that you hoard |
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They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within |
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A hole opens up and you're dead |
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When I was pregnant I burned a witch alive |
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At a hundred and one years old |
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I gave birth to a cloud of smoke |
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We are part of a great machine |
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That inefficiently cycles grief |
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In the beginning it puts end and every cause is after effect |
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There were worms in the hearts that you hoard |
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They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within |
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A hole opens up and you're dead |
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There's too much in poison in our glass to make a toast to our health |
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The cave that I built a kingdom on won't carry my weight |
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The past is clearer than it's ever been |
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Our mistakes made ourselves |
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Blood rushes out of our phantom limbs |
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We take on the water we're floating in |
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But I'll never be clean |
