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Oh, shattered sky ya my life |
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The sea of faces just keeps marching on |
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Oh, never die |
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I feed from marshes, bushes |
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Hard concrete marsh. |
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Oh, come away, come away |
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This art calls in the passionate heart |
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Ah, summer days the daze slip away |
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Like our father's souls depart |
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Criminals kiss and hands are one |
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Behind false flags are the drugs and guns |
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Evolution shines like Pollack Paint chips |
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Fall touching Golden Tongues |
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Ah, the demon cries from spaces hard to know |
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Far into darkness time walks naked into Godless Tombs |
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No weeping for the Godless Heart |
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Shield the temper of your exploding God |
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Rip away screams like torture |
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Fake the dance, for the ceremonies love... |
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Fake the dance, for the ceremonies love... |
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Fake the dance, for the ceremonies love... |
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Fake the dance, for the ceremonies love |
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Star gazing into pedestrian painted |
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Red bald erection his crown |
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Art phasing, silent wind this direction blown |
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Crimes of conscience all paid in full |
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The ships great masts conceal, Cargos of Doom... |
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Cargos of Doom |
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Cargos of Doom |