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Self preserved while the bodies float up and the hard luck follows |
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them all down the well. So unoriginal and under the spell you can |
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only die. Under the sun the fragilist buckle under the prejudice. You |
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live for stone cold war. It's not like I just walked into the school |
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with a gun and said you're all under arrest. You can cut the flowers |
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and false pretense - recorded hours of evidence will never come to be. |
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Never drip from this mouth this face... |
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Shoot so silver |
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Some words of finality - |
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'Twas an isolated incident |
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A sham |
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A sham |
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Take from it all that you will... |
