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I gave my speech, |
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I took my stand draw my marks into the sand and waited for the tide to wash away my faults with violence |
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I purify, with rusty nails |
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I crucify the other one behind the broken mirror on the wall |
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I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer dies inside |
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I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer cries inside the purgatory burns inside, |
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I perish at the stake for crimes of other one behind the broken mirror on the wall disgrace me and break me burn my wings and re-arrange me still bleeding and feeding with blood the angels of decay |
