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My white visions continue |
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This younger skin's outgrown old ways |
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Given what I need |
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I'm listening to how the silent sway |
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Still there'll be poison pens |
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And that pick of bones |
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Still a stand to cast |
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The first stone |
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Still there'll be poison pens |
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And that pick of old bones |
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Still a stand to cast |
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The first stone |
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(The first stone) |
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Check the day out |
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The human race is doing time |
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Locked in some flimsy cage |
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Made of the stuff of the free will kind |
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Hear my heart smash |
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My self made throne |
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Hoping not to cast |
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The first stone |
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Hear my heart smash |
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My self made throne |
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Hoping not to cast |
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The first stone |
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(The first stone) |
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(The first stone) |
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(The first stone) |
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Hear my heart smash |
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My self made throne |
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I promise not to cast |
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The first stone |
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Oh |
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The first stone |
