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I was strictly insomnimaniacal |
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Rose above sleep like something flammable |
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Vapour trails from the whites of my eyes |
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It's a long slow fall for the hypnotized |
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Lock me into a falling groove |
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'Cos there's not another soul who even moves me |
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Winter's razor at the base of my spine |
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I don't mind being divinely aligned |
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I've been crowned by sorrow |
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I've been crowned by hate |
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I've been crowned by the thorns I did not create |
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I've been crowned |
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I've been crowned |
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Sawn-off scatter-gun rhythm kicked in |
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To the base of my brain with one hundred million |
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Switch blade sugar coated spines |
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Kiss me to a strange design |
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This suit of mine no longer fits |
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The style and the grace just got up and quit |
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So hold me unto this Holy Sacrament |
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That holds me in shape and in the present tense |
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I've been crowned by sorrow |
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I've been crowned by hate |
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I've been crowned in black |
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Now I abdicate |
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I've been crowned |
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I've been crowned |
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I worshipped by the shrine of sleep |
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No miracle came to grant me peace |
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Day in, day out, while unawares |
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I died a while as my eyes just stared |
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Through the vapourous veil of my shotgun bride |
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I can hear her talking in a voice just like mine |
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And listen |
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Don't you know I've tried |
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To quit this insomnicide. |
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I've been crowned by sorrow |
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I've been crowned by hate |
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I've been crowned by the thorns I did not create |
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I've been crowned |
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I've been crowned |
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And I've been crowned |
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I've been crowned |
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Here comes the hypnotist |
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Banish the anaesthetist |
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Bring me the head of Morpheus |
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Hey, Hey, Hey... |
