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Here it comes again |
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Taste of jagged glass and rusty can |
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There are just black holes |
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Where the stars would be watching |
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Just black holes |
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Where the stars should have been |
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Plumes of dirt |
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Caress a urine coloured sun |
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Swarms of angels |
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Come to kill your sons |
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And there's nothing but black holes |
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Where the stars should have been |
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Nothing but black holes |
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Where the stars would be watching |
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Oh those strange argonauts |
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Digging again in your pit |
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Cover them in menstrual stream |
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Cover them in black gold |
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Plunge them into ingots |
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Ripping through your menstrual stream |
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Rising up taste of rusty can |
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And jagged glass feeling again |
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Here it comes again... |
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Hordes of locusts blot out your sun |
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Raining down - rain on everyone |
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Poor little rich thing |
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Poor little bleeding heart |
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Poor little misunderstood |
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Piss on it - i'm sick of it |
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Enough is enough |
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I wanna fuck it up |
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In spite of it |
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Just for the hell of it |
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I wanna fuck it up |
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Out of sync - out of phase |
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Out of sight - out of spite |
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Raining down, raining everyone |
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Poor little rich thing |
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Poor little bleeding heart |
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Poor little misunderstood |
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Piss on it - i'm sick of it |
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Here it comes again... |
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Taste of jagged glass and rusty can |
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There are just black holes |
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Where the stars should have been |
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Just black holes |
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Where the stars would be watching |
