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I fire myself ten times a day |
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I throw myself in a watery grave |
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With fourteen horses on top of my head |
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I hear the voice again and again |
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I walk through the everlasting pit |
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By the mountain of fire and the fountain of spit |
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The pilgrims beside me just talk talk talk |
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I am the goblin and the mangled hawk |
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A demon lured me to his bed |
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Where I fell into a poison sleep |
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I dreamed of a river of ants inside me |
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And they were sad and started to bleed |
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In the dawn the demon spoke |
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In the saddest voice, in the saddest voice |
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He said, "Can you see love through a telescope?" |
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The end of fear, and the beginning of hope |
