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Sweetness |
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I am backed into a corner |
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I am out of moves |
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Sunday |
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Sparrows sang of a disaster |
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Open the bottle and pass it around |
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Sheets of rain fall into the night |
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Over streets and houses |
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Sounds of unsheathing |
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The glint of a knife |
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As the city closes |
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Falling down upon the ground |
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Low, low, low |
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Down, down, down |
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Scimitar handshakes that twist in my side |
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Thrust from darkened hallways |
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Sinister smiles so hard and so bright |
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Thrust from darkened hallways |
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Lying still upon the ground |
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Low, low, low |
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Down, down, down |
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I retreat |
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And stumble out beneath descending roses |
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Destiny has passed me by |
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And I don't know why |
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I am low |
