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Myriad choice of his fate |
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Set themselves out upon a plate |
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For him to choose |
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What had he to lose? |
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Not a ghost bloodied country |
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All covered with sleep |
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Where the |
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Black Angel did weep |
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Not an old city street in the east |
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Gone to choose |
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And wandering's brother |
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Walked on through the night |
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With his hair in his face |
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On a long splintered cut from the knife |
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Of GTThe rally man's patter ran on through the dawn |
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Until we said so long |
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To his skull |
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Shrill yell |
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Shining brightly red rimmed and |
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Red lined with the time |
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Infused with the choice of the mind |
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On ice skates scraping chunks |
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From the bells |
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Cut mouth bleeding razors |
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Forgetting the pain |
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Antiseptic remains cool, good buy |
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So you fly |
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To the cozy brown snow of the east |
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Gonna choose, choose again |
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Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget |
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Where you come from |
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The stools of your eyes |
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Serve to realize fame |
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Choose again |
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And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse |
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For the loss of a horse |
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When the bowels and a tail of a rat |
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Come again, choose to go |
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And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame |
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Have your head bobbed and weaved |
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Choose a side |
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To be onAnd if the stone glances off |
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Split didactics in two |
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Leave the color of the mouse trails |
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Don't scream, try between |
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If you choose |
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If you choose, try to lose |
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For the loss of remain come and start |
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Start the game |
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I che che, che che |
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IChe che che, ka tah koh |
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Choose to choose |
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Choose to choose, choose to go |
