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Constellations of corpses |
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hovering hateful hymns |
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intimate our world dangerous |
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we smile kisses as if |
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we'll see each other again |
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turn it out |
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id-bunkered silence |
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turn it out |
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what on earth |
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could make you wait so long |
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turn it out |
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your baited expectations |
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turn it out |
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Hollow snaps of misdirected anger |
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ricochet pumiceous conrete |
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you're not a threat like tet |
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lonely mi lai no one left to cry |
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Turn it out |
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id-bunkered silence |
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turn it out |
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what on earth |
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could make you wait so long |
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turn it out |
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your haited expectations |
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turn it out |
