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Don't know the meaning of devotional |
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Pictured me hanging threadbare on the blacked out wall |
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Purposeful, in your weekly disguise |
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Surrendering to arms, fixing up those seeded eyes |
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Dress it up, down the alcohol, feeling so much better |
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Cross me, collecting, this scene is all wrong |
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Curtailing ourselves, nothing lasts so very long |
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A carbon copy that typed out wrong |
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Ghost in a black coat sliding slowly along |
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Dressed up, down the alcohol, feeling so much better |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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Don't know the meaning of devotional |
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Pictured me there threadbare on the bathroom floor |
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Purposeful, your secret disguise |
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Surrender to his arms, fixing up those seeded eyes |
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So you sing happy birthday to death, a hater's wealth and a lover's rest |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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Open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |
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This gift, open wide, crawling walls |
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He's got this gift, ten stories tall |