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I will let you see with my words |
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I will let you burn and observe |
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But where |
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I go you can only follow |
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So close your eyes, open your mind and see |
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Somewhere out in the dark |
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A car pulls up and parks |
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And the passenger shifts nervously in her seat |
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And the butterflies flutter in her belly |
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And the driver shuts off the engine, moves a little close |
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She giggles a little as he unbuttons her blouse |
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She pushes him away and he whispers |
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Baby, don't be that way |
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I took you out, |
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I treated you right |
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Now, don't put up a fight |
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Come on, I only wanna put the tip in |
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Don't fight, don't fight, come on |
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This is all your fault, you know |
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Just relax, just let me do what |
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I gotta dI'll let ya go, don't you love me? |
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Don't you love me? |
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Don't you love me? |
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Breathe in deep, a sea of desperate dreams |
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I have no mouth and |
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I must scream |
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Breathe in deep, a sea of desperate dreams |
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I have no mouth |
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And somewhere in a normal neighborhood |
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In a normal house, a normal family is falling apart |
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And down the hall the little ones hide |
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Frozen as fossils as their mother cries |
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Listening now that the others have gone silent |
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The walls blister as sister rises in defiance |
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Here in the depths of the labyrinth she will make her mark |
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She travels the cavern searching for the minotaur |
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And she finds him asleep in the heat of his triumphs |
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And a sparkle of flame flickers in her eye |
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She nudges him softly and says |
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Daddy, wanna give me a try? |
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And he rumbles a roar |
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You must lick honey from a thorn |
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If you are to survive this night |
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And she says no, |
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I'd rather a pick a fight |
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And he reaches out and she's on the attack |
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And he's face down and she straddles his back |
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And as the moonlight fades from his eyes |
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She sighs, come on, what's the matter? |
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Don't you love me? |
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Don't you love me? |
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Don't you love me? |
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Breathe in deep, a sea of desperate dreams |
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I have no mouth and |
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I must scream |
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Breathe in deep, a sea of desperate dreams |
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I have no mouth and |
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I must scream |
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What we are you too will become |
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Liberated children of a blood hungry |
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GodSedition |
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They used to hang women like me, strange fruit on the poplar tree |
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They used to own women like me, necessary accessories |
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They used to burn women like me to quell the fires of liberty |
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In the blessed fertile crescent, they still stone women like me |
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And one day you will say just look at her now |
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And as everything fades to black |
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And as the jackals laugh in the aftermath |
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I'm not yours anymore |
