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My body is a cage |
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This union is a cage |
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About a cage, about a cage |
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And this, and this town too |
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I'll see you once in a while but |
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I can't be seen with you |
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This place is a narrative mess |
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A floor of tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress |
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The ink has dried in the well |
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The journey once was consequential |
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You're sequential |
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Sequential |
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Sequential |
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Sequential |
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When will you silence your hounds? |
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The eldest sons to the alter of the |
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Eternal Sound |
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Their blood is spilled at the dawn |
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A nation bound to your will |
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Still a violin plays on |
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Plays its devotional song |
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Once it was, once it was so essential |
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You're sequential |
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Sequential |
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Sequential |
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Sequential |
