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Closed society the avant guarded name the password |
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Tight lips |
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Broken spirit locked behind a painful stone cold chest |
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Reach into the valley of the shadow of success |
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Over the cold shoulder I can't breathe deep or roll away the stone |
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Sweet Jesus my relief |
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From tongues lashing, blind eyes flashing, trash can smiles |
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Limited words of infinite smallness |
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Peering back from the unknown |
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Mindless mayhem |
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To the victor go the spoils |
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As long as that can stand on dead man's bones |
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Screaming from the devil's pulpit |
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Intellectual incest, incestual intellect |
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Open minds, open mines |
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Like a lump in the throat...incomplete. |
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I'm coughing up my youth |
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I've got the buzz on you. |
