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vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her |
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cannot find the comfort in this world |
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artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers |
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vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... |
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a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on... |
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but there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... |
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as privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show |
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swept out through the cracks beneath the door |
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holier than thou, how? |
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surrendered...executed anyhow |
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scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... |
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a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on too... |
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he saw the trapdoor in the sun... |
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immortality... |
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i cannot stop the thought...i'm running in the dark... |
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coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... |
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oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... |
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and whiskers in the sink... |
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truants move on...cannot stay long |
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some die just to live... |
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ohh... |
