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It's one step to slip off the edge to trip, |
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And roll tumbling over everything standing in the way, |
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That's bled dry and decayed. |
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All and all we walk or crawl. |
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Either way still cevering ground, |
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In banners or bandages. |
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All and all we walk or crawl, |
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Dressed up right or naked and plain, |
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In banners or bandages. |
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I'll call up fears to meet and spit them out, down in front of me, then bury them to this beat. |
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And take everything with a grain of salt to let all rubbish rot without a thought. |
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All and all we walk or crawl. |
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Either way still covering ground. |
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In banners and bandages. |
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All in all we walk or crawl. |
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Dressed up right or naked and plain, |
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In banners or bandages. |
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One step started every single evolution. |
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Then sent them spinning, off in constant revolutions. |
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It's one step to slip off the edge to go tumbling. |
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And I'm all for the fall. |
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All and all we walk or crawl. |
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Either way still covering ground, |
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In banners and bandages. |
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All on all we walk or crawl, |
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Dressed up right or naked and pain, |
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In banners or bandages. |
