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I have seen people bleed |
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And I thought I'd seen it all |
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But my own two eyes would prove me wrong that day |
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There are things that I've done |
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Only seen by the sun |
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And those things will be buried in my grave |
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The crows and buzzards will pick your bones clean |
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No name of yours will be upon the wall |
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Hold tight on Halloween, and rape by magazines |
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We line up on the edge to watch you fall |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
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You took to the land, like fishes take to sand |
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You clambered up your cross to raise your flag |
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Made tissue paper sales, used thread instead of nails |
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Your autograph was carved across your back |
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We thought that you were done, but then you grabbed your gun |
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You pushed and fought and ran full speed ahead |
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You turned for the hill, we cannot find you still |
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We hit the lights and hoped that you'd be dead |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
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Won't stop now |
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If you know |
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What? Oh! |
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We hope we'll get to see you fall through the canopy |
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With a stomach full of blood you'll find the ground |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
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No one knows, you don't take off your clothes |
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No one knows |
