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the direction of the eye |
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so misleading |
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the defection of the soul |
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nauseously quick |
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I don't question |
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our existence |
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I just question |
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our modern needs |
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I will walk...with my hands bound |
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I will walk...with my face blood |
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I will walk...with my shadow flag |
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into your garden |
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garden of stone |
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after all is done |
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we're still alone |
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I won't be taken |
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yet I'll go... |
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I will walk...with my hands bound |
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I will walk...with my face blood |
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I will walk...with my shadow flag |
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into your garden |
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garden of stone |
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I don't show... |
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I don't share... |
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I don't need |
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what you have to give... |
