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Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach |
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Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech |
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My hedonistic sugar-white beach |
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And the grievance that I breed |
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If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt |
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Will you eat up my words with the dirt? |
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Outside in my inept hands or my active eyes |
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I'll use the oxygen in this room |
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To call everyone I know and unhinge |
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Disrupt neutrality |
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You'll deliver a fable I could live |
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And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff |
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Long since I was as empty as a young child |
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Hope lying in prospect |
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I wasted my boredom hastily |
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In the basement brimming with nothing great |
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I'm a basement brimming with nothing great |
