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Razor sharp I cut |
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The bull from my life |
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Too blunt your knife |
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To slay this dreamer |
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We might be dogs astray |
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No running line will hold us |
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So rather kick and kill me |
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I'll be butchered all the same |
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No words are spoken |
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But the world is broken |
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'Cause I want something |
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Something all wrong done |
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A life instead of mere living |
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Folding crumbling withering oh hell |
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What difference when working the way |
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The crown of my work |
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Is what I shall gain |
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At the end of my days |
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Daylight awake to a puppet world |
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No strings attach to this body of mine |
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Folding crumbling withering oh well |
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The punished pushed along the line |
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All my actions, all my moves |
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A life all mine to lose |
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The crown of my work |
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A life all mine to lose |
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A life all mine |
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Is what I choose |
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At the end of my days |
