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He had alot to say. |
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He had alot of nothing to say. |
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We'll miss him. |
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I'll miss him. |
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He had alot to say. |
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He had alot of nothing to say. |
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We'll miss him. |
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I'll miss him. |
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We're gonna miss him |
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We're gonna miss him |
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So long. |
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We wish you well. |
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You told us how you weren't afraid to die. |
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Well then, so long. |
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Don't cry here |
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Or feel too down. |
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Not all martyrs see divinity. |
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But at least you tried. |
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Standing above the crowd, |
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He had a voice that was strong and loud. |
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We'll miss him. |
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We'll miss him. |
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Ranting and pointing his finger |
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At everything but his heart. |
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We'll miss him. |
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We'll miss him. |
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We're gonna miss him. |
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We're gonna miss him. |
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No way to recall |
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What it was that you had said to me, |
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Like I care at all. |
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But it was so loud. |
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And you sure could yell. |
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You took a stand on every little thing |
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And it was so loud. |
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You could be the one who saves me from my own existence. |
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Warn while some child might chill, nine-one-two. |
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I'm too smart when you're invisible by the bone symbol on you. So he bashes his skull through the window while looking out to the sea. Like torment of my ego. And we're amused by this. |
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Standing above the crowd, |
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He had a voice that was strong and loud and I |
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Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so |
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Eager to identify with |
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Someone above the ground, |
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Someone who seemed to feel the same, |
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Someone prepared to lead the way, and |
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Someone who would die for me. |
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Will you? Will you now? |
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Would you die for me? |
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Don't you fuckin lie. |
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Don't you step out of line. |
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Don't you step out of line. |
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Don't you step out of line. |
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Don't you fuckin lie. |
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You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. |
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Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own |
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eulogy? |
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He had alot to say. |
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He had alot of nothing to say. |
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He had alot to say. |
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He had alot of nothing to say. |
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Come down. |
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Get off your fucking cross. |
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We need the fucking space, |
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to nail the next fool martyr. |
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To ascend you must die. |
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You must be crucified, |
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For our sins and our lies! |
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Good-bye!!! |