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I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells |
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I could take, |
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And I brought bells to the wake. |
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And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful |
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European blood |
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As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!" |
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I was good with names, |
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I had a way with faces |
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And I was the dominant theme in a number of places. |
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And you... you didn't mind... mixing your beautiful |
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European oils |
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For a still life. |
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Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives! |
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When I'm at war |
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I insist on a slaughter, |
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And getting it on with the hangman's daughter. |
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She needs release. |
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She needs to feel at ease with her father, |
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The ****ing maniac. |
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I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells |
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I could take, |
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And I brought bells to the wake. |
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And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful |
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European blood |
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As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!" |
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Desperate times call for desperate measures. |
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I wanted you, |
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I wanted these treasures, too. |
