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Believing the world revolves around you |
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While you are squirming like a worm |
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Defying the laws of recognition |
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To take the pill to vaccinate the germ |
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I'd call out your name |
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But I don't believe they'll ever hear me again |
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Sweet kerosene |
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Soak your way through me |
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Sparks from machines |
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Light to heat up my cold dead hands tonight |
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To heat up my cold dead hands tonight |
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Destroying the beauty that surrounds you |
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To find the face that made you what you are |
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Dissecting the heart of admiration |
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To prove you cannot hide the scars |
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I'd call out your name |
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But I don't believe that you'll hear me again |
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Sweet kerosene |
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Soak your way through me |
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Sparks from machines |
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Light to heat up my cold dead hands tonight |
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To head up my cold dead hands tonight |
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Think you can break me |
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You'll never take me alive |
