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Cut the line I've heard the rest |
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You'll never get me answering |
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To the cold hand of the dying man |
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Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left |
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Oh come on. |
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Show a little mercy to dying suns |
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Oh come on |
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Show a little mercy to humble ones |
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Some will go as the timid type |
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Facing down soul strapped inside |
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The method of the trilene knot |
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Never fails until the line is cut |
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So come on |
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Show a little sympathy tired ones |
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So come on |
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Show a little empathy busy ones |
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And slow down |
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We are all flesh and bone |
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Mere vessels so exposed |
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Just walking on the grove |
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We are constant wrath |
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With what we think we own |
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While we walk upon |
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And tread upon the grove |
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On the contrary some will walk |
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In the dirt cut up by the dogs |
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Soaking up the sun and rain |
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Just to break and to shake up captivity |
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So come on |
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Destruction is the nature of everyone |
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So come on |
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Destruction is the killer of everyone |
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So calm down |
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We are all flesh and bone |
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Mere vessels so exposed |
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Just walking on the grove |
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We are constant wrath |
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With what we think we own |
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While we walk upon |
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And tread upon the grove |
