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Your head will be rotting on a spike |
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I don't complain much but |
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I mightYour life's on a loop just like before |
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You stuff your face and still want more |
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My head may be rotting on a spike |
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I don't complain much but |
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I mightGiven the time it's not the time to make an enemy |
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And you will stop seeing |
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Give us some time and try to wind up all the ends you find |
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There's no end to be seen |
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Now that you're blind they're not so kind, not so accepting now |
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That you are not breeding |
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Bring all you have and all you had, give all you got |
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Or stopOur heads they are rotting on their spikes |
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We can't complain, we lost our sight |
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As useless as we were before |
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We stuff our face, but we are sure |
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We are sore |
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Given the time it's not the time to make an enemy |
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And you will stop seeing |
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Give us some time and try to wind up all the ends you find |
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There's no end to be seen |
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Now that you're blind they're not so kind, not so accepting now |
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That you are not breeding |
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Bring all you have and all you had, give all you got |
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Or stop |
