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Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place herso near to |
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Cannot find the comfort in this world |
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Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers |
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Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... |
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A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on... |
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But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... |
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As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show |
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Swept out through the cracks beneath the door |
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Holier than thou, how? |
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Surrendered...executed anyhow |
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Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... |
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A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on to... |
| [02:08.79] |
But saw the trapdoor in the sun... |
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Immortality... |
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I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the dark... |
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Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... |
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Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... |
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And whiskers in the sink... |
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Truants move on...cannot stay long |
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Some die just to live... |
