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It's come to rape the soul |
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The meaning of control |
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It's waiting for |
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It's waiting obscene |
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In dark dishonest times |
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The strangest things unwind |
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And undermine the undecided things |
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Forced time |
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All divided |
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Trips fine line |
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Warmth and craziness |
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Little spilling |
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Facing death |
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That binds the tie |
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Push aside |
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Unrelenting lip smack |
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Talks |
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Read the moving lips |
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Willing pillows |
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Brace the neck |
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Hung out to die |
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And in the steep of luck |
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My god feels false and sold |
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To exercise what seems that cannot hold |
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Craving |
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Anything |
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What's going down |
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Replicate |
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Left it down on to hit |
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What is it |
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Nothing |
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Thrust knives |
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Deep the bed abyss |
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Why try |
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Overcoming this |
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When the killing |
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Shapes the wrist |
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To paint the sky red eye |
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Crossed eyes |
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Undecided |
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Shed time |
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Lies |
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All because of this |
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Whether killing takes my breath |
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A lasting sigh |
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All life starts with death |
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All death starts with life |
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Ever circles back again |
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Never falls to regain |
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All life is with hope |
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All hope is to know |
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Righteous places |
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Righteous times |
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Even though |
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We live to die |
