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what is all this love for |
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if we have to go out in the dark |
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lalalalalala |
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what joy we had |
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in the locust summer |
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what fires we lit |
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in the locust years |
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black hundreds |
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black thousands |
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lalalalalala |
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what joy we had |
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in the locust summers |
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what fires we lit |
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in the locust years |
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black hundreds |
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black thousands |
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rivers that run |
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rippled with red |
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ravaged and raped |
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with our roar roar roaring |
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lalalalalala |
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what joy we had |
|
in the locust summer |
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what fire we lit |
|
in the locust years |
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for only the strong survive |
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all of the weak are trampled under |
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all of the weak are trampled under |
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lalalalalala |
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this is only here in this place |
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and with these parting tears pour of the flesh |
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a freaking and falling |
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a crying and calling |
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foreign words crawling rivers |
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beaches moment's ebbing |
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broken watches |
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launch cathar |
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mama in my room |
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you left me burning |
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you left me burning |
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you left me burning |
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lalalalalala |
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animals melting servants screaming |
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crouched in corners coughing crying |
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renting scalding masts of walls |
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chanting scalding baby dying |
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and life force ebbing |
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lalalalalala |
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what joy we had |
|
in the locust summers |
|
what fires we lit |
|
in the locust years |
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bloody tower of hysteria |
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a bloody vase of rape |
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he calls the living |
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he calls the dying |
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he breaks the thunder |
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and then it seemed as if |
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the whole world was burning |
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for only the strong survive |
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all of the week get trampled under |
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lalalalalala |
|
what joy we had |
|
in the locust summers |
|
what fires we lit |
|
in the locust years |
|
black hundreds |
|
black thousands |
|
rivers that run run rippled with red |
|
ravaged and raped |
|
with our roar roar roaring |
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what screaming joy |
|
in the locust years |
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nick my life away |
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lick my life away |
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lalalalalala |
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what joy we had |
|
in the locust summers |
|
what fires we lit |
|
in the locust years |