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Seven sins of wantonness and |
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everything that's good is gone |
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Sell it all for glory from the peers |
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Silicone priestess scratch the back and |
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twists the knife to bone |
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Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins |
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I'm the enemy in the enemies now |
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Swallowed the pill |
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Drank to the fill |
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All these things I carry now |
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In this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now |
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Try to hold the world there sinking, |
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swimming in a paper cup |
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Try to own the one beneath the skin |
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Held up to the flame 'till singeing |
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skin begins to draw and tuck |
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Never told there's a chance to win |
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What couldn't be, wouldn't be now |
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Hold your hands up to the sky and try |
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so hard to rise above |
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But everything is beating down |
