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Oh hello, how are you, my favorite son? |
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In an hour I will go where I've never gone |
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In the span of the space between your mother's eyes |
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are the secrets that I've saved |
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I hand them down to you |
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ooh. The averages and laws, |
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it was every man for himself every child alone |
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Oh why do they shine so bright in my dreams? |
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Golden blades, forged from love, they sever my feet |
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but you know, where they're going, when all is said and done |
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I don't need them or my secrets |
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Just the grace of one |
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here they come |
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here they come |
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here they come... |
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oh hear they come! |
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is everything signed? Is everything done? |
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I'm sorry about the blood |
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...the devil and his stones |
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It was every man for himself, every child alon |
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Please tell your mother I'm sorry for the strife |
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tell your brother I loved him |
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...the same to his wife |
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and if you have a heart to take my life away |
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give me something |
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give me anger to remember you today |
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'Cause here they come |
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oh here they come |
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Is everything signed? Can nothing be undone? |
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I'm sorry about the blood |
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...the devil and his stones |
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It was every man for himself, every child alone... |
