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What is this that I feel? |
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And what is this that I fear? |
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In these arms they whored out |
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amongst the worms that mate in these fields |
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From pressure to pain |
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I wish to stay awake |
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In the measure I test with |
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Your love for me |
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To shout against these walls |
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With hope that one will break free |
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So hear me.... |
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What is this that |
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You keep selling me, boy? |
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I'm not gonna hold your hand here |
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When you walk |
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You'll burn in hell |
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While they're digging you out |
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So picture this face |
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And burn it to flake |
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To shelter it at home |
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At the fire place |
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And all but the memory will fade |
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With the flick of the flame |
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So I have a secret, |
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That no one should know, |
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But I shouldn't tell |
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But over the, but over the world |
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This one won't feel |
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This one just won't leave me well |
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What is this shit? |
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You keep sellin' me, boy. |
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I'm not gonna hold your hand here, |
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When you walk |
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You'll burn in hell |
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While they're digging you out. |
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I'm not gonna hold your hand here, and Newo? |
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You'll burn in hell. |
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In the press of your back |
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Do you feel the shore swell? |
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Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home |
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In the press of your back |
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Do you feel the shore swell |
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Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home |
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Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh |
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As father told son |
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In the make of his final escape |
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Should all good boys die |
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With god at their side |
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At the grace of his gates |
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No the robot holds none |
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With the mind and a heart to comply |
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Then I will disguise |
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And grieve of those dead when I'm given the time |
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Run little rabbit |
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Go hide in the blades of that grass |
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Run rabbit run |
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Should capture be |
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Our earnest fault |
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Breathe up through lust |
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And I'll find your cure |
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In there I'll kill |
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With the last breath of air |
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As the earth comes trembling down |
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Would you give her this last night |
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And give up your life |
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With the last breath of air |
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As the earth comes trembling down |
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Would you give her this last night |
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The love of your live? |
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No one runs faster than you can |
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No one runs faster than you |
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No one runs faster than you, eat(whispering) |
