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I'm just tired of counting bodies |
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Is this mausoleum tardy |
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Let's just paint you a pretty face |
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Flies dip tongues into tear ducts |
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In toothpicks fought unborn |
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Contusion is hungry |
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They still eat their young |
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Proto-culture null and void |
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All veins in highway laps |
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This breath collapsed again |
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This hex was delivered spent |
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Orchestra influenza |
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Drawn and quartered pets |
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It dwells and grows |
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This is the pocket-sized edition |
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Rapid sleep through benediction |
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Let's just paint you a pretty face |
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Museums mark their bodies down |
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And the tenants found |
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All the distance in their prefix |
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Contusion is hungry |
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They still eat their young |
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Proto-culture null and void |
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Fever bliss into central nervousness |
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I was bitten on the entrance |
