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premise to interlude |
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wait til all bones pretrude |
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you're convexed, you're convert |
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there's a stain on your shirt |
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semi-sweet, semicide |
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the remorse you can't hide |
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now we molt past our skin |
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and make room to begin |
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symmetry |
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you must work in symmetry |
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you must earn their empathy |
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symmetry |
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you must work in symmetry |
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you must earn their empathy |
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down down cities fall down on me |
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the final chrysalis |
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self-controlled consciousness |
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now it feels omminent |
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done for your benefit |
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eat right out of their hand |
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its concaved all your glands |
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we're encouraged to forget |
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preference to be forcefed |
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symmetry |
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you must work in symmetry |
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you must earn their empathy |
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symmetry |
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you must work in symmetry |
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you must earn their empathy |
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down down cities fall down on me |
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you must earn our empathy |
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you must earn our empathy |
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you must earn our empathy |
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you must earn our empathy |
