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Have a clue |
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Walking right through |
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Alice's mirror maze high |
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Feeling cold ways to wake up |
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Taking pills dedicated to heartache |
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Defend insanities |
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Know the reckless cures inside |
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This bored destroyed and open door |
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Never went and got inside |
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Indication of a black sore |
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What's to lose? |
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There's nothing that's been done before |
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The baseline of the medical show that indicates dyslexia |
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Indignation when the bees died |
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Through the back now digging to the outside |
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The lice loose face |
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The lucky ones break through |
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The walls of the maze on the inside |
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Indications on the outside |
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Till the truth starts leeching from the insights |
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All the black scars |
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The VD sores |
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The medical censure |
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And when they lie lie cross cross |
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Misdiagnosed examination |
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And when they talk talk talk talk |
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Eventual extermination |
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And when they lie loss cross |
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Experimental agitation |
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And when they die talk talk talk |
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Injected dopamine elation |
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Vindication of the side effect from the death row grin with nothing to lose |
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The victims sleep with sodomy cakes |
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The rotten eyes pop like the roasted fly |
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Indications of the untrue |
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Till the truth starts leaking from a head wound |
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Have the black cures |
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Causing their cancers |
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In a medical censor |
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And when they lie cough cough |
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The military sanitation |
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But when they talk talk talk |
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Is everybody celebration |
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But when they know cross cross |
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The implemental generation |
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And when they die talk talk |
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Unmedicated situation |
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Shatter news flowing on through |
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Veins of every size |
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Everyday to wake up |
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Tortoise shells disguising guises |
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Disturbed reality |
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Each bubble in which to hide |
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All deserving frogs will boil like cattle for the slaughter with the best of style |
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And it grows and close to close and the body wants disease |
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Time to close the point of when you want to be close to nothing |
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And when they lie lie cross cross |
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Is everybody's celebration |
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But when they know loss cross cross cross the incremental generation |
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But when they lie cross cross cross |
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Experimental agitation |
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And when they die talk talk talk |
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What's it gonna feel like? |
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The stitches of wake up |
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What's it gonna be like? |
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The new education |
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What's it gonna feel like? |
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Vestiges that wake up |
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What's it gonna be like? |
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The new education |
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Every thing blows goes away |
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Everything grows to show decay |
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Everything flows to grow insane |
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Withering ghosts that fade away |