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Your flaming face is the fire of fools |
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My lonely cart in the corner sitting on the stool |
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Now the rules are round and rather cruel |
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You shuffle the long with the lever at use |
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Our excuse in the shame out far and here |
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All the rules and their fate from the burning still |
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And they ashes from the slashes on the regions of hell |
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They'll combine with the love from me transfers |
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There will be no us, modeled by your curse |
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My old bruise through the flesh in my hunger hurts |
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With my nephew of mess and a whole of your promise |
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I must hide in speech, leaving low these parts |
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Burning bridges so less men know across the sea |
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Give me away by the flames of her and me |
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Burning bridges so less men know across the sea |
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Give me away by the flames from you and me |
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From you and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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Her and me |
