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When we were little kids we tried to seven deadly sins in the attic every summertime. |
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The wet felt smelling silent kind. |
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We'd play light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd press to my hips and we'd slip through the floor. |
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They grey, grey ghost is coming out of the bright white sheet that was wrapped about him. |
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The shade, shade, shade, could have been mistaken, but i swear that the sunlight was shooting straight through him. |
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Let's make a mess of this banquet while our bones are soaked in blood. |
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When our skin and cells are beankrupt we'll be deposit in the dust. |
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Try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple will not come again 'cause in time you will find rigor mortis sets in. |
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I failed and |
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I failed but my failures were passing, grew hair and a tail and was all the while asking, "Does it stay like this?" and "will it end like this?" |
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I'm afraid that you're fading away, you're not coming in clear. |
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I'm afraid that the games that we've played have turned desperate and dear. |
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I'll try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple will not come again'cause in time |
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I will find rigor and mortis sets in. |
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All that you cherish will perish. |
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All that can punish will pass. |
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I know you'll hit the ground running when you ditch the road at last. |
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Well, we failed and we failed but our failures were passing, grew hair and a tailand were all the while asking,"Does it stay like this?" and "Will it end like this,is this supposed to hurt or are we sensitive?" |
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The'rell be no red rose the day you die there'll be flies round your nose and rings round your eyes. |
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The clock ticks on we don't have a say, we let one hand wash the others dirt away. |
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We're doing way too much, we do it way too often. |
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What used to be a crutch has become a coffin. |
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It's been good to be alive, but i've simply got to go. |
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Someones on the other line and they're calling for my soul |