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They provide their nectar and then I am released. |
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I am a grain of sand |
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underneath the floor and so far out of reach, |
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but I am safe from harm. |
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Against this shelter they are always hammering, |
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against these ears they are always deafening. |
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I too know an angry language. |
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Our pain is always accurate and striving to evade its only design. |
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It wants to strike you down to fall into its arms again. |
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Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink? |
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What I know was divided and broken down |
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by the ignorance of others. |
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Spoken from their lips, but with the lungs of another. |
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Sounds great but tastes like blood. |
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These rumor sessions are assembled by us all... by us all. |
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They are the earth and we are the breath of life. |
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Your pain is always accurate and striving to evade its only design. |
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I want to strike you down to fall into my arms again. |
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Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink... did you drink? |
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Put down that retribution. |
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I don't need your absolution. Yeah... |
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Put down that retribution. |
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I don't need your absolution. |
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Put down that retribution. |
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I don't need your absolution... |
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No... No... No... |
