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Anything we should know about your change? |
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Rotterdam, goddamn |
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These starving organs hem and haw |
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Mourning of the opposed modernity |
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And I heard them scream |
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We are many, we are many, we are |
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And in the Hague, I did proclaim: |
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Cousin, I'll find god in the gutter |
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You'll catch the dead and bury them with old words |
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When the hours begin to flee I will sing |
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Recover me |
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We are many |
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We are many |
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We are dust |
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We are many |
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We are many |
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We are dust |
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Into dust we will all return |
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Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing |
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Only dreamers, dead times, and dirty kings |
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Oh I, whole night, I heard you sing |
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O death, where is thy sting? |
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Does it feed on eager limbs? |
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How will the body know? |
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I was caught in the eye with a nightingale |
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Hold the water, let it burn |
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Some lives may dig deep but my cold crime is clean |
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If I show you my hands, will you carry the beast? |
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We are many |
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We are many |
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We are dust |
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Into dust we will all return |
