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The whole towns slippin down a hill |
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Like the spine of something dead |
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Slide in shadow cobble-creep |
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Elbow |
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Burn your mark and leave |
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The trench conventions yellow eyes |
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Follow her the local flower |
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The girls a priest (to me at least) |
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Since baptism peroxide |
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And fear is not respect. Correct |
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But it's the best you're gonna get |
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Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose |
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Sharp blow and anything goes |
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And fear is not respect. Correct |
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But it's the best you're gonna get |
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Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose |
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Sharp blow and anything goes |
